About Catherine Babbitt
I’m a woman who rides. There is unbelievable joy in rolling on the throttle and racing down a corridor plum-full of tight corners and speedy straightaways. A motorcycle is truly the only way to achieve this vibrant sensation of mind and body.
I’m a woman who writes. Writing is to live outside one’s own body, partake in the essence of another land, another mind, another time, and all of it is created in-house where anything can happen and does.
I’m a woman who laughs and loves. To fully witness and cherish those around me. To love them as they are is a phenomenal grace, which I try and tap into daily.
I’m a woman who celebrates yoga. The pure presence of being when in asana. The path of stillness when experiencing the mind’s quiet. The fire that burns in the body when staying with the breath of life. The essence of the moment. All are available and potent healers.
I’m a woman who plays the banjo. Pluck, pluck, pluck!!
Most of all, I’m a woman who strives to enjoy life, each day, every day, to the best of my ability.
Stories. Whether told over a bonfire or across the kitchen table, instill our history, creativity, inspiration, and, sometimes, even lessons.
Maybe they are spooky and whispery. Or buckle your guts with laughter. Or moisten your eyes and break your hearts.
Some are challenging and uplifting, ridiculous and damn believable. You may find some here.
Musings. A reflection and meditation on anything that strikes my fancy. May my musings complement your own or inspire you to ponder different thoughts.
I’m a curious girl, wondering what people are feeling and experiencing, even birds and deer and inanimate objects. Nothing stops my mind from wandering and wondering.
Interested? Click here.
Nothing new is ever said, and yet, we are continuously inspired and bolstered by what others say and do. From their words and actions, we can throw our own spike into the dirt, dig our own trench, and make our own path.
Curious? Check out Quotes.
Poetry. Fluidity and memory, emotion and breath. Many seconds strung together, creating an impressionable piece, and no matter who you are, or me, we find poetry in the air, under our seats, behind our ears, and tangled in our hair. There is nothing in this world as slippery and potent as poetry. My words do not do it justice, but I try.
Check out my periodic attempts here.
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