Monthly Archives: May 2013

Dancing Poems

Poetry is like sunshine. © 2012 Kelly Babcock

Poetry is like sunshine.
© 2012 Kelly Babcock

To write a poem that helps people think through an issues is rewarding and motivating. To write a poem that helps people sense a touch of Heaven is also nice. To write poems that inspire others to write poems, now that is the first place ribbon. Read the rest of this entry

Inner Parents

(Due to Hlightenoliday Monday my blog came out on Tuesday morning)

Put away the cheese. Straighten up the fridge. Be in by 10. Clean up the bathroom. Don’t eat anymore butter tarts. You reach a point where when you leave home it can be a relief. Finally, if you want you can eat from the peanut butter jar. You can have your music on late at night, and best of all you can talk on the phone whenever you want. Read the rest of this entry

Don’t Judge Me Until You’ve Walked A Mile In My Shoes

Choose a good path on your journey.

Walk a mile in my shoes. Start by reading about my experience.
c 2012 Kelly Babcock

To have a label that drags you down is annoying. One label that I have had given to me is schizophrenia. It is hard enough to show you are worth something in this world, but to do so with a demeaning label like this is extra hard. When I cover it up or refer to it as the ‘s’ word or talk about my imagination or about the angels that talk then I hope you have some acceptance to this description of the condition.

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Growing Up With Empowering Beliefs

When I was a kid we were driving to camp… my grandma was driving because my parents were away. When we had ten minutes left of the trip we decided we didn’t want to go. We were nervous and I had major butterflies in my tummy. We went anyway. It was really fun. We got to know lots of other kids. We got to sail, do archery, do crafts, swim, row, canoe and many other things. The best part was the wonderful camp-fires. Read the rest of this entry

Her Stories

©2010 Kelly Babcock

©2010 Kelly Babcock

We were up there, back stage, waiting for our turn to perform, repeating lines, mouthing words, going over and over our monolouges. Nervous anticipation wasn’t all that was in the air but a kind of magic that only comes on that final night when the audience is full and is with us as we presented our stories. Read the rest of this entry

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