There is always something that I’m thinking about. Pen and paper consists of my eyes and brain. Thinking is a visual thing, we “think” in pictures. My hands have been busy with everyday tasks but my thoughts are ever present and so they log in seconds and minutes, hours and days, months that lead to years. There are scores of bloggers and I am but one among many. My words are for me and for those that choose to stop in and take a glance. It is not the pursuit of fame nor fortune that makes me write. I write because I enjoy it. Not in the every single day writing law. I just don’t do it. Reading is a part of me and I will write out things that I’m studying on. These things are in my makeup. I ponder and reflect, but it does not find its way out into the world most of the time. It is within the confines of my inner self. Me. I.  .  The part that is mysterious even to the person. 

This evening was a time that my fingers wanted to feel the smooth plastic and hear the rhythmic beat spelling out thoughts within the space of nothingness that I can’t explain, but see via the internet. 

I wonder…I think…I write. 

I hope you enjoy it. 

Thank you for stopping by. 

to myself I ran across while going through some things prior to moving.  Not sure if it would be considered a poem, but I think it’s in that vein…

Distance of




Closeness of





Listen more

Listen more so

Words are weary spoken

go about your work quietly

There is a loneliness

that never leaves even in

the midst of others

Simply Be

Nature listens as doth God

Speak to yourself and they will hear

Copyright by R. Webb, 10/16/2013

Never Out Of Style…

June 24, 2013

The following was posted on a laundromat bulletin board where I was washing clothes while out of town awhile back. Although it was written for teens, it carries an important message for us adults as well. You may have read it before, but it was my first time and I thought it was worth copying while I waited on my laundry.

Words For Teenagers

Northland College principal John Tapene has offered the following words from a judge who regularly deals with youth. ‘Always we hear the cry from teenagers, ‘What can we do, where can we go?’ ‘My answer is this: Go home, mow the lawn, wash the windows, learn to cook, build a raft, get a job, visit the sick, study your lessons and after you’ve finished, read a book. Your town does not owe you recreational facilities and your parents do not owe you fun. ‘The world does not owe you a living, you owe the world something. You owe it your time, energy, and talent, so that no one will be at war, in sickness, and lonely again. In other words, grow up, stop being a cry baby, get out of your dream world and develop a backbone not a wishbone. Start behaving like a responsible person. You are important and you are needed. It’s too late to sit around and wait for somebody to do something someday. Someday is now and that somebody is you!’


Words and Attitude…

June 7, 2013

Tonight I am reminded of how far removed from polite society this nation has become. I speak of this because people who are considered ‘professionals’ that I deal with on a regular basis continually show me through words and attitude that while the title may be there in the working world, they are in no wise such in the true spirit of the matter. I once heard it said you can say “I love you”, but depending on the attitude (and tone) it can take on a whole new meaning. Forced through gritted teeth will not win a heart. What I am referring to is more on everyday courtesy. Things like “May I help you”, comes out with the attitude of ‘What do you want…Why are you bothering me…I REALLY don’t want to wait on you…’. I know you’ve experienced this as it has become a norm in today’s society. It seems those that hold the power of play these days are forgetting that they themselves at some point may be in a position where they would like kindness and soft speech instead of the sharp choppy retorts they give. A very telling scene, to be sure.

Today’s society casts an interesting reflection upon the long held saying. On the one hand, words are said and spread as easily as softened butter across a piece of toast. Next, the crunchy mellow slice is consumed in a steady action till one’s mouth and hands are cleansed by the humble napkin that dutifully waits its turn. Afterward, the words are spoken, “What I really wanted was a jelly doughnut, but I’m on a diet.” While placing the order the request may have come in the following manner: (cheerful tone) “Yes, I think buttered toast and coffee is my choice this morning.” Immediately your breakfast friend slides into the booth ordering The Triple Waffle And Bacon Ticker Special. Ha ha. Ha.

Even though the toast was drawn out in art form, (both buttering and eating) the fact is, a jelly doughnut was the real desire in spite of the actions and words (including cheerful tone). In the end, true words came out even though the *correct* action was taken.

Actions and words are interchangeable, no doubt. The thing I ponder is how far down the rabbit hole does it take us as individuals and as a society?

I’ve never went for toast if a jelly doughnut was what I wanted. I learned for myself, I’m better off to eat what I want and crush the craving. Actions speak louder than words–continue to really THINK about this.

Worse words…

June 3, 2011

Still on the words folks. Today while on break, I watched a portion of the new version of “Let’s Make A Deal”. One of the contestants had a choice between a box or cur’ in. A what? A cur’ in. Guessed it yet? Drum roll please…and the word is CURTAIN. The most disheartening issue here is when the host asked what her profession was as they small talked about the decision. She is a TEACHER. Yes, I know. I was thinking the same thing… .

No song, no poem…

June 1, 2011

sewing no…not even art. Having read my blog from beginning to present, it is clear I haven’t been  consistent. Creativity is there, peeking through every chance and whispering to me as I go through my days. I just think it and then keep moving. I   manage to do some of  the stuff, just not on the original timetable I set! It was really calling me on Memorial Day as I browsed the bookstore. I even managed to get some ideas for recycling stuff into art from the trip. I still haven’t taken the sewing machine from its box, but I have bought a dress pattern. I really need a sewing table though… 🙂 Well, all in good time. 

 My current thoughts have been in the usage of words. Today’s words to be exact. This morning while driving to work, the local radio station was interviewing Steve Stockman, who wrote    “How To Shoot Video That Doesn’t Suck.”  I was immediately put off by the last word, but decided to listen. After work I went to the site and I will say I  like some of his tips. However, something tells me there are enough words in the English language to have brought about a better sounding ending to the title. Suck, AWESOME, good job, etc etc etc are all very annoying to me. When I watch movies that actually have what I deem to be real language I’m so much more satisfied with the content, even if the film critics rule it boring or worse. “Gone With The Wind” did us no favors by introducing. ‘real life language’ at the end. But then, it didn’t portray the people of the South in a real way either, so why am I surprised? I’m not.

Self Note…

January 19, 2011

To See One’s Face

And Touch One’s Hand

Is Better Than Words

Written In The Sand

–copyright 2011  Rebecca Webb

August 26, 2010

August 26, 2010

I’m older and dumber. My birthday has now passed and I’m on the other side of youth. In reality, I’m on the far side of it. The weather is cooler today, so maybe my previous post was heard as a cry for relief. Lots of sunshine with low humidity sounds wonderful. I do like hot weather, it’s just that for whatever reason, I’ve had a a really hard time with it this year. Perhaps my aging…

Well, I’m starting to sketch daily. Got the idea from an article I read where this young woman is doing a 365 day project with sewing. I thought it was a good idea and will do it with my art. Words and art…two things I enjoy. Oh, my youngest son bought me a sewing machine. I’m going to be getting myself an easy pattern and venturing out into the sewing circle very shortly. I know this one thing for sure. I enjoy working with my hands and I’m a very visual oriented person. I remember as a six year old at school, staring at the art pictures that were on these room dividers in our makeshift gym class. While standing in line for the trampoline I would stare intently into the prints. The one I remember the most was one of the little boy who had on blue clothing and pink cheeks. I would get right up to it and search and search the picture. I also remember looking at our living room walls at home and thinking how much better they would look if they were painted a different color. Six years old and already with decorating ideas.