The thumb and pinky finger family. It seems as though the thumb was born first. There is a sense of wisdom and predetermined role of the thumb. The thumb hitches rides. The thumb makes us human/mammal. The thumb secures this pen as I write to you. My thumb had a very fluid motion, it took me up, around, inwards and way out. I had confidence being led by my thumb. My pinky finger however was immediately up to no good. It thought of those times it helped me pick my nose. Pinky baby wanted to get into stuff. It wiggled around my body like a little shit-disturber, just looking for mischief. I have a feeling that the pinky finger and the twinkle in someone’s eye are directly connected. I would not put my trust in my pinky finger, but it would be the life of the party. As the oldest, I relate to the responsible, boring thumb – always doing the right thing, or trying my best to. I’ve been told in a recent tarot reading that I’ve stopped having fun… well, thank you pinky finger, for showing up for me today. I will now look to you when my eyes need to twinkle and laugh a belly laugh. The pinky finger gives no fucks – show me the way dear pinky. My baby.
Next stop, inching along the floor like an inch worm – the visual of that failed attempt will surely make me laugh. Going to wait for my teenager to come home to show him my skills.
where rivers are born 