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!

Monday, January 23, 2012

Insatiable

i'm hungry...
(original post Thu Jun 23, 2011, 11:39 PM)
just ask any of my friends. they will tell you. i am always hungry. what most of my friends dont realize, is that it goes far beyond my love of food. it is my personality. i have a voracious appetite for life... not just a lust. i have been known to read three or four books at a time. i spend hours wandering art museums.. feasting my eyes. the walls in my home are not white, but deep hues of red, blue, yellow, even orange! im so incredibly passionate about the human singing voice, i cannot talk about it enough, though i rarely indulge myself and refrain from bringing up the topic (as my opinion sometimes raises hackles). although my house is usually void of music or any background noise, i am in a mad love affair with melody.. often so taken am i.. i dont hear lyrics at all, even after hearing a song several times. i love freely, openly, and intensely with my entire being, not just my heart.
i dont know why i feel compelled to say these things. i just do.

swept up in my fervor for life, i often misstep and take certain things for granted. that people will understand my intentions are always well meaning.  an assumption i should never make. an expectation... of which i need to rid myself.  to put yourself in the shoes of another is never easy. tonight i walked a mile, and still have miles to go.

i should have trusted you. i should have trusted in us. i am often robbed of the right words in the wake of your storm.

i do not trust anyone. well, only one person.. myself.. even when i disappoint myself more than anyone else ever could. and yet again, it all comes back to fear. what does fear have to do with the ability to trust? everything.  what do i fear? an outcome less than favorable. being alone. rejection. the unknown.
i realize in order to trust, there has to be an absence of fear.  in order to be trusted, i must trust implicitly. it kinda works like faith. but i dont have any of that either.


i hunger. but i dont hunger for trust. i hunger for freedom from the shackles of fear.
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