This tiny little person
latched on to my body
as long as I am wide
Miniature fist clenched around a rib of fabric,
holding on for dear life
Eyes arched in ecstasy,
then drooped in slumber
More parasitic than symbiotic,
but the sweetest symbol ever seen
Posted by Jennifer Butler Basile on December 6, 2016
We look outside ourselves for distraction, rather than inside for peace.
We look to diversion rather than rest.
We fill our minds to avoid distinct thoughts rather than focusing on one that truly matters.
What would happen if we slowed down . . .
to think in slow, meandering paths
We’d be happier
better people, more attuned to our purpose here in life
Posted by Jennifer Butler Basile on July 4, 2012