We’re busy. A lot of us are mad busy. A lot of us hide in busyness to pretend to be on purpose, or to avoid actually pursuing one. It doesn’t matter. This article is about slowing down. It came to mind and felt important to wax philosophical about the pace at which we live, and the presence we give to our experiences.
Tag: poetry
Stop Just stay here for a moment Breathe with me The weight of the world can wait Hold me as I hold you I could…
The backward lens Peering within and throughout Past weathered and faded masks Through airs and arrogance All our faces of doubt Nothing hides for long…
I wonder. . . What kind of pen Do you employ? Is it coil-bound media Or a sketchbook you’d enjoy? Have you ever been writing…