Writings by Catherine Babbitt
There are times when meeting new people who are moving to my hometown, I cringe and wish they would leave, or, at least, not get into a frenzy of wanting to "improve" us. They come from New York of L.A. or some other place, though it doesn't really matter where, and my first thought is, …
I knew when I moved back to Montana this last spring, I would enter a transitional period. A time where I would settle my roots and begin to grow where I was planted. And even though the soil and air were familiar, I knew that this transition, though shorter in comparison to moving somewhere new, …
As I was driving to Butte yesterday, my eyes wandered over the crystal-white scenery and steaming river, as the water was warmer than the air, and wondered how it was that the human mind couldn't stay within the parameters of peace and ease when there was such an abundance of beauty to take in. Now, …
I began this day cleaning the kitchen to prepare for making pie crust for an apple pie. Several years ago my intention in the kitchen would have been imbued with urgency and impatience - too many things to do and not enough time. Of course, under all that would have been the drive for perfection …
After reading an article, Learning the Secret to Mastery: An Interview with Robert Greene, which discussed childhood dreams, I felt challenged to contemplate my own childhood dreams. I don't remember what I wanted to be when I was five or six, but I do remember a couple of years later consumed with writing. I wrote in my …
There is an indefinable surreality that accompanies movement from one place to another; especially, when arrival at said place is meant to be permanent. This permanency lends a different hue to all feelings and adjustments. This surreality is neither scintillating nor depressing, only an observation of what is and evidence of how quick things change. As in my own …
There are many moments that come to pass in one's life. Moments that create different avenues to travel, depending on the action implemented. The determination of which action is needed can be allusive and difficult to conceptualize at times. And let's not forget the feelings that erupt unexpectedly that throw us off course, causing us …
I woke this morning to gray light coming in through the window. The lingerings of a dream, more a memory, resonated in my mind. When I was attending college in my early twenties, I always made sure to sign up for a dance class. Dancing offered me a reprieve from myself and my life. At …
