BB Webb as BB Webb!

Exploring the Possibilities

That Start of Something New….Italia and beyond! May 8, 2011

Where have I been??? Not just Italy…but new places in my mind, my heart….a switch has flipped….oh grateful me. Grateful me!

I wrote last week:

Dinner at Susan's Villa...with Lulu...creating opportunities!

I find myself, thankfully, in the heart of the Umbria region of Italy, in the small town of Sismano…..overlooking a hillside of green cypress trees dotting the countryside and fields of winter wheat waving like baseball fans cheering their favorite player in the World Series. Birds tweet and cackle, a owl hoots in the distance and a dominating rooster can be heard off in the distance. Not being the least ungrateful for my 7 days away (2 of travel), I know already that a week is not nearly the time needed to unwind from the rapt intensity of my Atlanta business world or to develop my new work as fully as I might prefer. This trip I know is but a harbinger for things to come, and which I welcome and will celebrate over tasty wine this evening by a fire. The nights are cool here and my conversations with locals fun and funny as I work my limited Italian, described better as ‘Spanglish’!

In Todi with the Caribinieri! Men with guns!

Lovely how a brief sojourn can open the floodgates of creativity and opportunity.

We create our own luck. It’s there if we choose to embrace it.

The most gorgeous town of Todi!

I’m planning world adventures, next far away stop, Shanghai this fall and in the meantime, the wheels of creativity are turning…

and the people who I’m meant to meet, lining up like ready angels. I need only pay attention!

Duomo in Orvietto

I’m eager to receive them all.

12 year old Sean VanMeter, (musical partner in upcoming creative traveling endeavors), making his Italian debut!

Seeds planted, lots of fertilizer, ample sun and a smile of grand appreciation for having weathered my long, very long winter.

Ohhh, stay tuned, the fun is only beginning. And how perfect somehow, today being ‘Mother’s Day’….the grand creator she….I send love and blessings to my mother, creative, fun, funny, loving Kitty and to all with hearts full of creativity.

Nurture your passion and bear fruit with wild abandon….it’s the very thing which keeps us energized and alive.

Joi de vivre!

BB Webb

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How might WE rise….on this Easter Day April 24, 2011

Rise from the very beliefs, habits, associations, which hold us back from our true desires and potential.

Might nature guide us back to the places where we feel most alive?

Might sitting with our breath awhile remind us of other places we might arrive within ourselves?

I have felt over the last weeks the pull toward my own freedom as well as the anchor of my own habits, ‘stories’ from my past and inability at times to MOVE from where I feel momentarily stuck. And yesterday it was like thick glue arresting my heart and my soul.

And then the wakeup reminders we experience, (through people is how I seem mostly to receive them, they like actors clad in their own stories, their mannerisms a products of the many years which shaped them, their talk, their nuances)….all serving to take me more deeply into myself if I’m open to going there.

And I watch at how people pace themselves noticing their same mixtures of desire for ‘more’, (as in purpose in their lives), and too how they are drawn to desires I share, or where they also hold back with trepidation, hints of some unconscious fear.

Yet, at mid century point, many of us seem a bit protective of the lives we have created, branching out too much either in new terrain, physically or emotionally, is not always so welcome, certainly not if we’ve found a ‘groove’ which suits us in many ways.

Though I consider too how perhaps at times we ‘protest too much’ and a wandering outside our ‘safe’ zone might be a VERY good thing.

I feel the need, desire to ‘cloister in’ often, in myself….selfish or fearful at times, perhaps, but honest. And if honestly is selfishness, or rather, claiming who I am and what I desire for myself considered selfish, so be it.

Even so, I’ll encourage myself to wander more from time to time….and this week…..off to Italy I go.

Maybe I’ll run into the Pope…and he’ll offer some clues??

Perhaps we might all rise from the dead of our own limitations, our own lethargy which keeps us mired in energies of the past.

‘Rise up’ I say….’Rise up!’

Why not?

BB Webb

 

Sometimes a new hat… April 19, 2011

My Jeannette Rankin 'High Hat' Fly baby fly....it's time!

And sometimes a new hairdo will do it too.

sometimes that's all it takes...

And a trip to Italy to just shake things up a bit.

Stay Tuned....

 

The Time Has Come, The Time Is Here!! April 9, 2011

It’s been a (relatively) long wait. For many things.

This day I’m speaking of the timing for the synergies between my Lulu friend and I, to begin creating together in earnest.

We’re headed to Italy the end of this month to visit with my friend and other potential allie in all things creative (and business), Susan who lives down the hill from the Contessa who lives in a nearby castle. (Well, of course she does).

We’ll have Sean (Lulu’s brilliant 12 year old pianist Godson who she is raising), play for the Contessa. He’ll play for all our endeavors as well and to so many things BEYOND what she and I do together. His star is clearly on the rise….and thanks to Lulu! Completely thanks to her.

The extraordinary part of all this IS….the timing. It wasn’t until this morning, when I received a call from Lulu as I wheeled my grocery cart throughout Ingles Grocery Store, that I heard it in her voice….something had let go in her and in me as well. I’ve been ready in ways, but not able to move forward til Carl House was rightly situated. And though we each have other details to shift and turn, it’ll take only moments in comparison to where we’ve been.

Lulu, who grew up in abject poverty, whose uncle still walks to the community center to use the toilet to flush THEIR water so as not to use his, can be equally thrifty though can create abundance better than most anyone I’ve yet to meet. She’s more than a survivor, but a business icon to me….my needed behind-the-scenes expert who if I have my way, won’t be behind the scenes when it comes to credit taken.

So, our tickets are booked, she’s spent MONEY instead of secured a ‘dealing’ knowing the import of our trip. And, she bought (not at a yard sales), 6 new dresses priced at $3000….which OF COURSE she procured for a little over $100. I’m in good hands as is she. We know how to create opportunities for ourselves and others separately but together, I sense a tornado of ‘moving forward’ and positive actions that the Universe will only amplify and continue to direct and augment. Grateful me.

That’s just the way it works.

And I drew some cards for fun, out of curiosity….and Ganesh, the overcomer of obstacles appeared. (of course)….’the teacher’ card appeared, perfectly appropriate and the last card of three reminded us to move into our JOY…and we will.

My Lulu pal and me. Grateful am I for the people who show up as teachers, guides, lovers, friends, soul mates, distractors and angels.

May the games begin!!

BB Webb

 

Pre-conception Kills March 29, 2011

I try not to judge though I have my preconceptions and certainly prejudices. Or, is it preferences?

pick your poison or your remedy toward life...

My mother was the absolute LEAST judgmental person I’ve yet to meet. She could poke fun at herself though ALWAYS found something to praise in EVERYONE. And, when I had a crisis to face in my life….life IS full of them, she was patient, rational and even-headed.

Her resource directory, remedy bag, was perhaps not as abundant as mine, as I had (have) a world view that expands her perimeters. I’ve found possibility and solutions with actions she’d never consider. But, she’s the one who gave me the courage to search and search as I do, until I get the answer I need… or better.

And if you’ve read his blog for even a short piece of time, you’ll know that I’m ALL for BETTER!

So, I’m still looking for some things, some people, some ideas, some ways of being, attitudes and actions to serve me best, (and the world’s) highest good. And I work….I endeavor to catch myself when I am being less than loving, judgmental or stuck on only one perception as I journey forward.

I consider what if I were that person; what might make them act the way they do, where do they hurt, fear, what is their outrage or sorrow? We all have them….especially fear and lack of knowing.

I’ll send love and compassion out to those folks this evening. And for me to be understanding of them.

And I’ll keep searching til the right people, places, remedies, things, magic, which meets my vision, meets my heart.

There is, to me, no other way.

Anything less is an abomination to my soul.

And might I work to be loving as I traverse this planet boldly meeting others, finding the miracles, medicine, means, that suit me best.

And, may there be ample grace, certainly coming from me, along the path.

BB Webb

 

And the world turns. February 25, 2011

I am most definitely aware of my deficiencies. I am also becoming more aware of where I am not so deficient, expecting myself to be good at it all less and less. Oooooh, but I’m a task master to my very own soul.

Oh Popeye….he am what I am what you are. I’m over half a century old and I’m just now getting that. Certainly some shifts and turns one should not work to so ardently pursue, but rather work, I feel, to blossom the areas that need to bloom.

I’d so much rather flower, bloom where I am planted, than work to replant my very nature.

It’s going to be an amazing year. Love, light, abundance and joy.

And so, ooooooh, SO it is. Just watch!

BB Webb

 

Woman-kind. A gift doubled and squared! January 4, 2011

Three generations! Lucky me!

Our nuclear family, as we all know, is not what Ozzie and Harriet portrayed in the 50s….not one bit. I own and run a special event venue…..a lovely one in fact. I get teary with each bride I send down the aisle….hopeful that what they are putting out to the Universe, hopes, dreams what-have-you….might blister….bad word, unfold with beauty and ease.

More often than not, the unfolding of any relationship HAS its blisters. Yep, part of the learning curve. Our options though are numerous (as women) compared to the days when Mr. Cleaver, “Beaver’s Dad’, ran the roost.

Last evening I spent my time with a cackle (the words bouncing in my head this evening surprise me)….I meant that in the most affectionate terms, me one of the ‘cacklers’….a cackle of women related through love, chance encounters, marriage, divorce.

Sweet Emily....from 8 years old to 21 in a blink!

Pictured below is my former husband’s other former wife, (we call one another ‘wife in laws’) and his mother, in the pretty bow….and his former wife’s (not me, the other one), mother and my lovely step daughter who will always be my step daughter. A finer group of women I’ve chance to meet.

Oh....the places we've gone, the places we'll go!

We have one man in common who is ‘Dad’, ‘son’, ‘son-in-law’, was ‘husband’ now ‘former husband’ to us separately. He brought us all together. I’m grateful for these big hearts who welcomed me into their fold. I welcome their friendship as my relationship with the father of her children, the son to his mom, the Daddy to one precious child and son-in-law, shifted places and roles in my world. These ladies, their love toward me….I’ve found is not conditional. Wow! Nooooo, really, WOW!

These are women big of heart, loving despite their own trials and to me very, very special indeed.

Hats off to the ladies who lunch, dinner, drink and stay together! You are always and forever welcome, whereever I am.

With love,

BB Webb