To understand the poet is not the point.

“Do you ever know what the birds are singing? You don’t. But you listen to them anyway.” – Pablo Picasso

About Cathy

Cathy Wittmeyer is not the poet-mother-engineer-lawyer-conservationist living in the Alps; she is the one experiencing life through the pen, hands, eyes, ears and heart of that body living on this speck of a planet. 

About Cathy

Cathy Wittmeyer is not the poet-mother-engineer-lawyer-conservationist living in the Alps; she is the one experiencing life through the pen, hands, eyes, ears and heart of that body living on this speck of a planet. 

Cathy’s Blog

What Do I Want: A Tourist in Madrid y Pamplona

for James’ masters class 9.2.24 at this hour, a coffee is hard to come by—scroll headlines, find a little table outside [sunrays tickle the horses’ bellies atop the Ministerio de Agricultura & Atocha] centuries of people left their creations here: murals, relics,...

Negotiating What We All Get Out Of This

I started my workshop with the Economics, Leadership & Governance masters class at Universidad de Navarra with a premise: every morning starts as a negotiation between your present self and your future self (the past is just a reference point).  I was in the...

My Worlds Hovered Closely in 2023

My Worlds Hovered Closely in 2023

I’d say my worlds collided but that would imply some destruction and there was only growth. In 2023, my professional and writing worlds gently brushed past each other so that they not only overlapped in subject matter, but also people started showing up in both worlds...