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!

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Embarassed

Embarrassment is a light temporary emotion that causes us to blush.  Here's a well written link on how to overcome it.  Shy people who empathize easily with others feel it more deeply.  

One day hubby and I were hiking, back to our campsite and he had to pull up his support hose.  That required dropping his pants and getting them pulled up from his thigh, and he didn't wear any underwear in those days.

"Don't do that here" I tell him,  "Go off to the side of the road behind a bush."

"No one will see," he says, "there hasn't been a car all morning." 

He drops his jeans, bends over in the road to get his stockings in hand.

and around the bend comes a loaded car of a family with kids,  they  had big O's with their mouths and big eyes and swiveled heads as they crawl slowly by. 

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For a smart person I am a bit of a dope,   Years ago, I was talking to our priest and assistant priest at St. Mary's by the Sea Episcopal church.  I was introduced to Canon Peabody. 

"What an unusual first name I said. , Canon.  but I know one at St. Peters too."  They all break out in laughter.


Pretty funny.

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I walked my kid home from preschool when he was four.  I was having some pretty bad memories problems at that time.


"Hold on sweetie, we have to go back..."  I said at the door.

Why mommy?

Well mommy drove the car there. ...

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