Yesterday is a memory. . .


. . . tomorrow’s on its way.


How far ahead do you plan? Do your plans carry certain expectations? What if something goes wrong? If a glitch appears in your plans, are you disappointed? Or, are you capable of living in the moment and altering plans without so much as furrowing your brow? Life really is difficult sometimes, so it’s important to find balance by controlling your stress levels and increasing your fun times, even while enduring unforeseen circumstance.


They say “live in the moment,” but what does this mean, exactly? If you live in the moment can you still make plans? Yes. Living in the moment means breathing without worrying about your next breath. It means going ahead and making your plans but finding the balance required to understand and appreciate changes. Things are going to happen—let them, then change your plans in the moment.


Life should flow from one moment to the next. One day, one week, should flow to the next. Plans can be made, and then you can flow until the day and time the plans were made for. But try not to wait for that day, as the unwritten laws of physics state: “The object waited for becomes the object furthest away from the moment you are living in.” You’re right, I just made that law up, but this is always what happens when you wait for something, so it should be a law. Instead of waiting, try to have fun with the balance between excitement and nonchalance Too much anticipation can lead to disappointment if “things happen.”


Live your life today and stop worrying about what’s to come. Your life is going to happen, and it will be what you make of it, so make it happy and fulfilling. Use your moments to share a smile, enjoy the little things, and plan for the big things. Spend time both making memories and enjoying them as they happen. Don’t rush tomorrow—it will come, and with it will come 1440 new minutes to live in.


Mother Nature goes out of her way to give you things to see and listen to. She even knows that smells can trigger memories. So out of all the moments of your life, take at least one or two a day to appreciate the beauty of it. In between the plans you’ve made.


When you smile at beauty a memory is made, like a camera’s clicking shutter.

If it’s butterfly you’re smiling at, then take the time to hear her wings flutter.






What you believe. . .


. . . is fine with you.


What do you believe? Do you find it hard some days to believe in anything? I sit down once a week and share with you my thoughts to inspire you to think about life, your life, and to believe in who you are. I know that believing in yourself is not always easy, in a world where some beliefs are often shaped and molded by rituals and stories.


When I sat down to write last week, all I could think of was Easter and what it means. I try so very hard each week to share my perspectives on things but not force anyone to think a certain way. I accept and am happy with the fact that some of you may have different opinions. So I am choosing to stay neutral and say nothing about Easter, to avoid controversy.


I can ask, however, are we losing the meanings of things over time? Holidays, traditions, celebrations? Will children generations from now know what we celebrated and why, or will the future hold an entirely different past to celebrate? What do you believe? And more importantly, why? As I wrote this I started to wonder more about life and what it means, it is easy for me to believe in myself, but can you say the same?


When you look in the mirror each day, do you believe in you? Do you trust your instincts, your skills, and your abilities? Do you believe that if you truly want something to happen, it will? This is the energy that should be nurtured and shared, attached to your biggest smile.


Believing should be more than a motion we go through to satisfy a momentary idea, it should come from the heart and the soul, it should, whatever we choose to believe in, give us strength, and it should help to guide us down what ever path we choose to walk.


We need to simply believe, in whatever we choose, but in my opinion, to believe in anything else, you need to believe in yourself first. You have a light in your soul that shines brightly. You have an essence, you have energy. You are unique in the universe, so find strength in this. Do something no one else has done, or admire that which others do, but at the end of every day, believe in life, believe in you.


A stone to some is just a stone, it does nothing that they can see

But I choose to enjoy the ripples it makes when tossed into water by me.





Believe in simply being you. . .


. . . and everything that you can do.


I had the wonderful opportunity to be a guest at Carrie Mumford’s writers meeting last week and it was, to say the least, a very rewarding evening. I must be honest here and inform you that I was a little apprehensive about making an appearance, as I am not a public speaker by any means. Public speaking is a talent that takes time to master, so to say I was nervous is an understatement.


What a terrible waste of nervousness. I have never felt more comfortable in any similar situation that I can remember. I had the pleasure of meeting some writers, people just like me who have a passion for sharing what’s on their mind, people who are just as humble and just as nervous out there in the world. We chatted for most of the evening about me, and yes I felt a little guilty, but I was the guest at the meeting, and that’s what guests are supposed to do—talk.


It was fun because I could be myself. I could be real and comfortable, and I could answer the other writers’ questions because they were mostly about me. I had fun trying to condense my life into a two-hour window, and as it turns out, my life is has been somewhat more adventurous than normal. I really enjoyed sharing snippets of BawB the author, and small 3-D, Technicolor clips of BoB the everyday guy, and yes, I say that with a smile.


I have had fun in this lifetime. I have met some incredible people, and I continue to meet more. I have been everywhere I have wanted to go, and there are still places I want to see. I have been alone for the better part of this life, but I have never been lonely. And I find now, after half a century of being, breathing, and believing, that my life is still just beginning. I can chat with people about people; I can share my energy in a conversation and feel relaxed when talking about life; I can point out to others that they are unique and wonderful individuals and that they can achieve anything they set their minds to if they believe in themselves.


I am confident of this because it became my reality. I believed I was good enough, I believed what I was writing was good enough, and I found a team of wonderful souls who believed in me. Writers write, so have fun with it. Share your words, use your minds, expect nothing and appreciate everything, and don’t ever stop believing in you.


If just one cloud has no lining at all, there is no cause for concern.

That’s the cloud with a lesson attached and its going to help you learn.




Can you hear the wind sing. . .


. . . the new song of spring?


Does the thought of spring do anything for you? Can you feel a change occurring within you? It’s really quite amazing I think, the fact that humans have evolved into such a dominant, thinking species. We have excelled in the last few decades at miniaturizing and improving our electronic devices; our communication equipment can now tell us in less than a heartbeat what the weather is going to be next week. Yet, we are still so much like our animal friends that we feel and react to the coming of spring.


I start my spring on March 1. I always have. It’s around this date that I can “feel” the changes in the sun—it seems warmer, stays out longer, and refreshes the day with more vigor. The wind goes through changes as well; it dances differently, it carries warmth with a song of change and starts to whistle tunes of enjoyment. Coats on our neighborhood four-footed outdoor denizens start to change, birds flutter about looking for somewhere to nest, and motorcycles start to appear on the streets.


Cars and bikes display a winter’s worth of changes, modifications, and polishing the very first day the streets are officially dry. We watch the news for the updated weather forecast and will alter our go/no-go temperatures by five degrees if it means getting out there for that first ride. Of course there are the winter folk who feel spring in the air as well. They entertain sad thoughts of the need to once again store the machines that brought them smiles, and they reflect on all the fun they had over the course of the winter months.


Spring changes us emotionally as well. I swear that most of us go into a rest mode during the winter. We still exist, we work, we live, we share our smiles, but during the first few weeks of spring, we, like the flowers and the trees, start to bud. Color comes back to our cheeks, we walk with a bounce in our step, and even the morning rush is less stressful because we feel a calm inside us.


I am finding it easier to sit in the office with my morning coffee and write my thoughts and share my daily inspiration on Facebook. It almost feels to me as if the day has become more welcoming. Even my dog, Levi, has a smile. He’s started shedding his winter coat and takes a little longer every morning to do his outside run.


Best of all, soon I will be out there on the streets with my freshly polished and modified motorcycle feeling the wind in my face and the freedom in my soul.


Feel the spring wind as it covers the ground.

It shares with you the warmth it’s found.




Do you ever think about. . .


. . . what to think about?


So there I was, writing in my office the other day. I drifted off for a moment to a conversation I had recently with two wonderful friends. We talked about writing and how hard it can be, especially if you try to do it every day. We unanimously agreed that to write every day, you must be able to focus on something—a thought, an image; you really have to think about what to write. But have you ever really thought about thinking?


We do it every day, without even thinking about it. We constantly calculate, deviate, procrastinate, and elevate with our minds. Now, sit down and write about it. Yeah, that’s the dilemma. Once you start thinking about writing about things you think about, you will likely find that your mind will empty itself of every thought you have ever experienced. Seriously, sit down, grab a pen or a keyboard, and instantly you will see the beauty that is a blank piece of paper, and how Zen-like it is. Why mess it up with silly black letters, the paper should remain clean and uncluttered.


The further you get from the task of writing, thoughts will begin to return to your head. Did I feed the cat? I wonder if that yogurt I just ate has expired. I should water the plants. Writing is now the very last thing you can think about doing, because there is just so much else to do. Well, all is not lost. The process of thought, and not just for writers, is as easily controlled as breathing, or so I have discovered. But wait, you say, you don’t think about breathing, you just do it. That’s right, and you don’t think about thinking either. It is just something you do. Naturally.


You wake every morning, go through your routine, and head off to work to do what you do without thinking. Then before you know it you are back home resting your overworked mind that you have used all day to make things happen. Welcome to life. Now that I have clarified a little about what I think about thinking and writing, you may have a little more insight into the powers of the mind, think about how happy you could be if you just gave it some thought. You can achieve anything you put your mind to.


If you choose to become a writer and you practice in the art of not thinking, you can then sit comfortably and not think about something to write about. Or better yet, grab a book and read—immerse yourself in a story that takes your thoughts away to a place you have never thought about.


Believe in you and all you do and think of you with pride

All you’ve done is worthy I think of a smile from deep inside.






Stress by any other name. . .


. . . is still avoidable.

I am a calm person by nature. There isn’t much that gets me riled up, at least in my day-to-day life. Don’t get me wrong, I could go off on a tangent with the best of them, but I choose to see the simplicity in things. While in my shop this week working on the bikes, getting them ready for spring and making some modifications, I found myself getting quite frustrated rewiring the controls on the Sportster. It should have been easy enough, I’ve rewired bikes before, but this machine did everything in its power to raise my stress levels.

I know what you’re thinking: machines don’t have power. But they do. We give them names, we look after them, we wash and feed them, we groom them, and we adorn them to make them look more appealing. Yes, machines have power over us, and as some of you will attest to, they have personalities. I swear I could hear laughter coming from this motorcycle as I manipulated a paperclip into a tiny little hole to release a lock that held a connector pin in place. But I maintained my composure, talked to the connector  in a calm, rational tone :), I worked through the building stress levels by breathing and keeping it simple,  the tiny lock reluctantly released its hold. All calm was restored in the shop.

This same mind over matter syndrome took place again in my office for three days in a row. Normally, every morning I wake up, let my little dog out, put the coffee on, and then sit down to do some writing—my morning brain workout so to speak. Well, for those three days, likely due to the time I was spending with the bikes, I had nothing. Not a word came to mind. I sat for about an hour each morning and drifted in and out of peaceful calm looking for, well, words.  There were none, and yes, I got frustrated, stressed out in fact, because I am a writer. Writers write, and I had nothing.

I took a moment to breathe, to find my calm and to realize that being stressed about not writing was making not being able to write even worse. After only a few moments of realizing I was not moving forward, I stepped back, took a breath and relaxed, I simply thought about not thinking for a moment, and the words began to flow. All calm was restored in the office .

It is so easy to let go of calm. We give in to our instinctive fears, we worry, we compete, and we pressure ourselves to meet unreachable goals and deadlines. We forget to breathe. Let me remind you today to find a place to store your calm— somewhere in your mind that is easily accessible, somewhere you can go to breathe. Go there often, and enjoy being you. Always.

Smile . . . Breathe . . . Believe.



Because I can talk. . .


. . . I learned how to walk.


I have chosen to share the inspirational thoughts on life and living that my spirit guide, the Raven, has shared with me. But these thoughts I share on Facebook, in my blog posts, and in my book are not just words—they are words I live by every day.


If you have been following my blogs, you will have read about the value of believing in yourself, rewarding yourself, patting your own back after your successes, and learning from your failures. I have written about smiling and staying calm and about finding your inner balance. Every day, I want to inspire everyone who hears my words to enjoy being who they are. Every day, I look in the mirror and am happy being me because I write these things for you. This is who I am.


I succeed, I smile, I fail, and I smile because I tried. I don’t just write for the sake of writing; I write because, thanks to technology, I can share my beliefs on the important things in life that we all tend to forget: breathing, believing, balance, and being. Practice these things every day and reward yourself every day for just being you. Give yourself credit—it is due. You’ve earned it.


Recently, the creation of BawB’s Raven Feathers Volume II became a reality. It is currently in the final stages of editing, a task that can only be done by someone who understands what I think and how I feel when I write. In order to experience the thrill of publishing a book, I had to learn to let go, to be patient, and to believe in what others can do.


I am excited to share volume II. I am growing and breaking down the walls that took so many years to build; I am finding strength inside me I never knew existed. I am what I write because I choose to be. I am living the happiness that I deserve, and I will share my smile on whatever path I choose to walk—I hope that you do too.


Before you could think you learned to talk, your words are how you share

the way you feel and what you believe—they bring your soul to bear.





Why is it called weekend. . .

. . . when we are just beginning?

The concept of a weekend is a perfect example of social conditioning. Most of us  have grown up believing that the week ends on Sunday. When you sit for a moment and empty your mind of generations of conditioning, however, doesn’t this seem like an absurd idea? I know there’s no changing what is cast in stone, but it sure is interesting to consider how programmed we are to respond to corporate needs.

Often as we get older, we start to see things a little more clearly. Our future is not a future anymore: it is a here and now. We no longer have the luxury of planning and the benefits of holding on to “what if” scenarios. Instead, many of us experience fear involving the following question: what will I do when I am no longer told what to do? When I step outside the corporate walls?

Within the corporate walls of existence there are doors, hundreds of them, and these doors swing both ways—you can choose to enter or exit at any time. This should ease the fears in some of you. At some point in your life, you will likely start to question routine, and you don’t have to wait to question this at the corporate-based magic age of sixty-five. When you feel that you are better suited to do something on your own, then believe in yourself and do it. Start your own company, take on the challenges, and weigh the risks and benefits.

We often fear the unknown, but instead of being scared of what’s to come, try welcoming the gift of choice and plan your future. Walk through the door of opportunity and start something for yourself. If it doesn’t work the first time, walk back through the door and pick up where you left off or find something different for yourself. One of the most important things you can do in life is believe in yourself and what you can do. Start your week whenever you want to, not when someone else tells you to.

There is no hard and fast rule that states you must work for someone else for the rest of your life or until you are “too old to benefit the company.” Get out and enjoy your life: it is yours. And don’t worry about going stir crazy and having nothing to do outside of the corporate walls—you might just be amazed at how busy you become when you finally start to enjoy being you.

The time when you finally step away, from being told what you can do

could be your most uplifting time, to start to enjoy just being you.



Do you lose focus when you see. . .


. . .  projects pile up in stacks of 3?


I recently accepted an opportunity to grow. I learned of a course that would expand my knowledge base, and I jumped at the chance—sixty hours, three weekends in a row. Not until I was deeply immersed in the material did I realize I might have bitten off too big of a chunk of life. I will never say that as we get older our capacity to learn new things diminishes a tad, but I will say it gets a little tougher to do several things at once, at least for me.


I am a writer now, and as my friend Carrie says, writers write—that’s what we do. But this writer also had to study, and the new material I was faced with, filled the learning portion of my brain. I was then asked to write some pages for volume two of my book, and this assignment filled the creative side of my brain. Finally, I sought a blog page and my morning status updates out of the inspirational portion of what was left of my brain. I know there are a lot of you out there, who could do this with your eyes closed while whistling Dixie, but we are all different, for me it was a challenge.


The fun part for me was shifting my focus past assignments one, two, and three and looking forward to what the next week would bring. I enjoyed the challenges I had chosen to undertake once I decided that I would only be disappointed in myself if I did not try. I appreciate both success and failure in my life; either outcome means I have tried, and any result is a valuable lesson in my journey of life. It’s funny how as we get older, we tend look at challenges differently. Well, at least I do anyway.


To me, life is an adventure full of challenges and projects that I stitch together, I get enjoyment out of each of them and satisfaction from completing them. The thread I use to attach one project to another is made from a spool of learning, knowledge, and patience. Then, once a blanket of projects are completed I remember the tools I used, the effort it took, and the skills each project required, then it’s on to the next one.


The rest of the world grows at its own pace, and for this reason, we as individuals must learn to adapt and to grow with our surroundings. We must learn to find happiness, or to create it. We must learn to smile in the face of adversity, because we can. We must focus past the challenge and seek also the rewards of the attempt.


With each and every step you take, you move to somewhere new,

to a place you’ve never been before that has a different view.






If opportunity knocks. . .


. . . will you hear it?


Society today is so fast paced and “hurry-up” oriented that I fear many people miss opportunities simply by never hearing the knock at their door. And I am certain that even if they do hear the knock, they don’t always recognize the opportunity.  Opportunity can be a chance occurrence, a happenstance that changes the life of some fortunate soul. But sometimes (and I speak from experience), waiting for that chance, waiting for that knock on the door is just not enough — sometimes we have to build our own door and make sure it opens for us.


When I sat down to write this post, I couldn’t help thinking that this would be an easy topic to write about , but I was mistaken. Although the opportunity was there, the words were not. In my original draft, I actually went into a bit of a rant about how young people these days ignore opportunities and are only glued to their technology. This rant was due mainly to my old-school thoughts and upbringing. I couldn’t help but hear my Dad over my shoulder saying, “Son, if you keep those things in your ears [earbuds], you’re going to miss the sound of opportunity.” I don’t know if this is true anymore. Young people these days seem able to multitask with a greater degree of efficiency and are honing different types of skills through technology—skills I never knew existed. I am grateful I had an opportunity to reflect for a moment and write about a concept we all may see differently.


Regardless of what skills you possess,  never take what you can do for granted. Even if you’re working in a job you don’t particularly like at the moment, it could be a doorway to something different. Whatever you find yourself doing right now, today, could very well be your opportunity to excel at something. Why not? Can you step back and look at it from a different perspective? Can you tweak what you are doing just a little to facilitate new opportunities? Is there an opportunity for change in your life right at this very moment?


When you wake each morning, remember that it is a brand new day. Yesterday is a memory and tomorrow will get here in time, so take this opportunity to do something new today, for you. Change the way you do things, take a different route to work, wear a smile all day, be happy being you. Notice your surroundings. If you are outside then breathe, feel the sun on your face, live, and make your life worthwhile. I hope that you all are granted that one-game changing opportunity at the most rewarding time possible.


Don’t waste your time by being halfhearted, make the choice to grow,

Enjoy each day as it comes to you, and be proud of what you know.