There are two kinds of people. . .

 

. . . and I love them both.

 

There are people that see a sign and ignore it, it’s not for them, it’s for everyone else, and there are those that read the signs and then point the rest of us in the right direction. Keep in mind that signs are not all billboard size and full of information, signs can be subtle, signs can be just a hint or they can come with fanfare. The thing is, a sign could be that split second in life when something new can be introduced that may or may not change or alter ones’ direction.

 

The interesting thing about signs is it doesn’t matter how big and obvious they are, it is up to the individual to actually interpret and appreciate them, some are warnings, some are guides, some are sent by the Universe others come with a smile attached, again, whatever the actual sign is, it has to be noticed and acted upon in order to fully comprehend its meaning.

 

I have never been one to waste time trying to understand the meanings behind many of the signs I have come across, but, to be honest I have found myself quite perplexed with the logic behind some signs, for example: a sign that reads “don’t do this” to some, becomes almost a challenge to do exactly “that”, and it is then I perceive that if the sign advising people of what not to do was not created then what they are not supposed to do would not have become evident and challenged them.

 

That being said, some of the signs I have been fortunate enough to “see” have led me to places I was destined to “be”. Some were presented by friends that have either been there before or wished for me to join them on an adventure, others were, I believe, sent by the Universe and directed right at me, and I was/am insightful enough to change my direction spontaneously (one of the perc’s of having gypsy blood) and see where a new path will take me. Some signs even come with a gift, not as a lure to follow them, but more as a thank you that you did.

 

There are indeed two kinds of people out there, and I am both of them, I have gone out of my way to step on the odd patch of grass, (carefully of course) and I have even temporarily changed my name to “staff” just to see why he has his own door, and I have followed the direction presented to me by subtly obvious signs. I will continue to write my word hugs as per the sign from the Universe, I will continue to work with and beside the youth that choose to share my path, a subtle sign as a result of my writing, and I will follow this path I am on now after seeing the signs that were put up by my friends towards a chemical free, healthy lifestyle, and a new place to shop for things that are good for me.

 

Now I will share these sign with you, for those out there that are that one kind of person, DO NOT go to these sites, there is nothing for you here!!! and for those that are the other kind of person, please go to any one of these sites and have a look at the options to create a cleaner, healthier lifestyle… and yes, the gift that comes with these signs is for you, to thank you because you did. These sites are open to all kinds of people.

WI:)ND 🌻

http://modere.com/410698   BawB – Do not enter

http://modere.com/538995   Sherry- Keep out

http://modere.com/738936  Carissa – Staff only

http://medere.com/223673   Jennifer – Off Limits

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A circle is a circle. . .

 

. . when ends of a line are connected.

 

I am not sure how to start this post, or what to call it. I am purging to the universe, starting a new year with a clean conscience.  Every morning I write inspiring things, motivational things, spiritual things. Every morning I sit at my computer with a smile. And every morning I’ve started my day bearing what I think may be a grudge.

 

grudge (ɡrʌdʒ)

n

  1. 1.     a persistent feeling of resentment, esp one due to some cause, such as an insult or injury

 

I write about believing and being, about breathing and smiling and releasing stress. And yet I’ve been weighed down by a feeling I can’t “let go” of.  So today I write to the universe with hopes of releasing the burden of hurt. I was hurt by words and actions that were not in my control but that could have been controlled by others.

 

“Let it go,” “forgive and forget,” “move forward to the future and leave the past behind”—I can’t. Instead, I will use these uncomfortable feelings in my heart to better myself. I will share my positive energy through experience, not just through words that look good on paper.  Life is full of energy, positive AND negative, and I believe it is necessary to embrace both. Light needs darkness, yin needs yang, positive needs negative.

 

The more I write, the more the universe listens. I believe in myself, in who I am. I believe in taking the path that leads me to growth. I believe now that my grudge has been lifted, but I will still be the man I am. I will continue to be hurt by the actions of others because I am human with a soul, and I am allowed to feel. I choose not to forget what has transpired because it keeps me strong, but I forgive myself for feeling because I am human. I will let go of the negative energy that surrounds the hurt, but I will remember the lesson I have learned about life, that is, sometimes you can forgive the action but you will never forget the reaction.

 

My series of books contain heartfelt inspiration pertaining to topics such as choice, challenges, balance, and strength. I face many of the issues I write about, but I continue to smile. I choose to share my positive energy with the world, and so can you.

 

Walk your path because you can, feel the joy of being you,

Do the things that make you happy, share a smile that is true.

 

🙂

 

BawB

http://www.bawbsravenfeathers.net

 

Is it still a dream. . .

 

. . . if your eyes are wide open?

 

Once in a while we are blessed with things in our lives that are extraordinary to say the least, things that outshine all the little things we’ve done so far. I have been writing for many years—I wrote letters to my mom for homework, created short stories to keep busy, and then with the creation of Facebook and other social media, I began sharing my inspirational poetry with the world.

 

After years of nudging, prodding, and pushing by those in my life who enjoyed what I wrote, I pursued publication. There are so many different avenues one can take in the industry, but after much deliberation (with myself) I chose to self-publish, and with the help of Rachel Small of Faultless Finish Editing and Susan Toy of Island Cat Editions, I put my little book together with the hopes of sharing it with the world not connected to social media (one does exist).

 

BawB’s Raven Feathers was introduced to the world as a small dust-jacketed hardcover book because I like the romance behind hardcover editions—there’s just something about a hardcover book that remains, well, real I guess.  When I received the first five hundred copies at my door, I was immediately transformed into a promoter, distributor, and salesman for my little book.

 

To keep this long story short (I’m trying not to write another book here), that one extraordinary thing that happened in my life, no, wait, the three extraordinary things that happened are as follows: I wrote a book, I sold over three hundred copies without leaving the city, and I was picked up by Greg Ioannou of Iguana Books. Now, my little book is officially available through Iguana Books, Amazon (ebook and print) Chapters/Indigo, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Sony, Kobo, and Kindle. And of course, the hardcover version will always be available through my website and at the wonderful stores around town that support me: Our Angels Center for Wellbeing, New Age Books & Crystals, Soulfood Books Etc, The Divine Mine, The Bullet Cappuccino Bar, Pages Books, Shelf Life Books and the U of C Bookstore, as well as All Things Beautiful Books & Gifts in Invermere, BC.

 

Yes, my little book is now being shared with the world, my dream is now a reality, and my eyes are wide open. I am absolutely thrilled with my life, my adventure, and the future that awaits. And my dream continues, as volume II will be at the presses soon and there are many more volumes to follow.

 

None of this tho’ could ever be without first believing, in me, in you, and in the power we all share to shape our destiny by just thinking positive thoughts and sharing our smiles.

🙂

BawB

 

http://www.bawbsravenfeathers.net

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.

 

🙂

BawB

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.

 

🙂

BawB

Do you have trouble believing. . .

 

. . . in what you cannot see?

 

Do you believe in yourself, sight unseen? You can see yourself when you look in the mirror, but can you believe what the mirror is telling you? Without the mirror or belief in yourself, you can only perceive what others see you to be. To believe in yourself, you must trust that you are real. I don’t mean real as in what you see on TV (sarcasm)—I mean real as in what is in your soul. You must believe in what you can’t always see.

 

A friend of mine, Patricia Monna from Our Angels Center in Calgary has recently done some very amazing things because she believes in herself. She believes that she can “see,” with her mind, images that help to locate missing persons, and she has been very successful in doing that. She is a very gifted soul, and I choose to believe in what she can do, even though I cannot see what she can see. I know that if I stand in a room completely devoid of light, the room still exists in my mind, so I also choose to believe that when you close your eyes and believe in you, then you too can exist wherever your mind wants you to be.

 

I know this concept is deep, but on the surface it is simply all about choosing to believe, and it all starts with believing in you. Once you fully grasp and understand the similarity between the reality of what is and the abstract of what could be, you will then find the balance and calm required to believe all things are possible.

 

Many years ago I started believing there was more to life than what society had to offer. I started believing I could find an answer to a question I had not yet asked myself: Who am I? I went off to my mountains to find myself, to learn more about BawB. I needed to learn how to believe. It is not something we are born with; it is not an instinct. Belief, according to Merriam-Webster, is “a state or habit of mind in which trust or confidence is placed in some person or thing.” Well, that sounds easy enough; I trust myself, so I believe in myself, and I am confident in others, so I believe in them too.

 

When I first started sharing my words, people believed in me, and my confidence increased. With this confidence, I was comfortable sharing my views, opinions, and inspiration about life and living. My book was created because people believed in me; the volumes that will follow will be shared by people who believe in themselves; and maybe, just maybe, we will all learn once again how important it is to just believe.

 

Seeing is believing, believing is seeing, it’s true if you want it to be;

you can believe in the person you are, if you learn to set your mind free.

 

: )

 

BawB