Blog Manifesto

Blog Manifesto


This blog is dedicated, as the title would suggest, to the qualities of being young. We are young writers. We are playful and sensitive, fluid and changing. We are unashamed with our art. We wonder at the world, puzzle over the meanings of things and twirl in delight at images and ideas that float by, grabbing at them as they pass. We are curious and constantly inquiring and prying concepts open and taking assumptions apart. We are on the ground, close to the earth. We have bare feet and wiggle our toes into nature. We carry our blankies still and wrap up cozy and comfy with each other and tell ghost stories and shiver at creepy things. We laugh and we cry and we take a lot of naps, drained from our outings and exertions.

We write as gifts to each other, tying them up in ribbon and leaving them around for each other to find, hiding and waiting for the person to wake up and read. Surprise! We weave our stories together to create a bond. One writes, then the other. then another again. We have a shared reality that we have crafted, bit by piece by patch, by string. We write simple, honest authentic things, with our unique voices. You can tell each one of us from the other, without knowing who wrote what. Our voices are clear and gentle and original. We whisper and our personalities roar! Like children, our feelings are strong, our passion for what we write shakes us. We are moved and sometimes left breathless, by our own words or the words of each other. We cannonball into each others spaces. We fall backward into each others writing, like into a pile of leaves or a soft bed. We gobble and grin and ask for more. (footnote kudos to JC)

Then we go to bed, wake up to a new day and do it all over again!

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

ask me

dont ask me my opinion.  i have one.  i just usually wont share it.  i will make a joke.. think long and hard about what you are asking.. and then take a tentative step forward.  stick my neck out only a little.  then i may just retract.  i dunno <see there i go again.. i DO know.  inside my head, when you ask my opinion, i do not hear that you are asking me because what i think matters.. i doubt.
i doubt that my point is relevant. 

i hear my ma's voice again.  'dont worry about what other people think, it doesnt matter'.  she is right.

but.

i know a lot of indecisive people.  i can be at times.  for instance,  ask me where i want to go for dinner.. if there are other people involved, i will leave it up to them..

if it's a date.. i make the plans, no hesitation. 

do i lack in confidence?  always questioning myself.. no im confident.  hm..  i do believe in myself.. interesting to note.  i believe in myself, just doubt my voice.  but i am a singer.  i use my voice every day.. confidently.  i teach.  that takes confidence.. right?  this theme of self doubt has so many layers.  what about humbleness.  the more i think about it.. to be humble is a bunch of bull.  it has stifled me.  rosie is right, my writing is riddled with self doubt, second guessing, uncertainty..  because though i have a voice.. i have yet to hear it, uncover it for myself.  im not quiet enough inside my head.  i dont listen to myself.     

i find it terribly annoying when someone else exibits self-doubt.  how dare they!  i asked what they thought for a reason!!  dont hold back on me.  apparently, thats my job.  well that just sucks.  it all comes back to self worth..  i am worthy.  i think.

ask me my opinion.  i will try very hard to share it.  i will try not to make a wisecrack.  and i will say the first thing that comes to mind.  no retractions.

deal?
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