Rests its comfort
There is a way. Over there, behind the clouds, where the sun lingers . . .
Read More Rests its comfortAuthor: Catherine Babbitt
Writer, motorcyclist, yogi, banjo plucker, and an independent woman who strives to enjoy life through laughing hard and loving strong.
LIGHT IS EVERYWHERE
A lumbering fear resonates under the collar bone, something like a burr.
Read More LIGHT IS EVERYWHEREON THE HUNT
I know I’m being followed.
Read More ON THE HUNTWHISPERING AND PULLING
I know she’s there, next to my shoulder.
Read More WHISPERING AND PULLINGWAYWARD THINKING
Stinging thoughts converge and take aim.
Read More WAYWARD THINKINGHUMMING
The humming sails through the room on warmed air.
Read More HUMMINGSPROUTING AND TAKING ROOT
I have two angels and a fairy sitting on my desk, watching me.
Read More SPROUTING AND TAKING ROOTNOT KNOWING A DAMN THING
Yep, that’s what she said.
Read More NOT KNOWING A DAMN THINGIMPERMANENCE
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. – Annie Dillard
Read More IMPERMANENCESPIRITUALLY TRAVERSING
Sun-rays interspersing.
Read More SPIRITUALLY TRAVERSINGDETRIMENTAL CLAW
Smeared and rolled over, thoroughly obliterated and torn.
Read More DETRIMENTAL CLAWSOUL SORROW
Soul sorrow brandishes her, dispossesses and stuns her.
Read More SOUL SORROW
Weathered Well 