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!

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

it could be said that i live my life in denial.

" it could be said that i live my life in denial.  heh.  i deprive and deny myself of a lot of things..

  i have a voracious appetite for life"

At first glance these sentences seem to contradict themselves.  Yet upon reflection I can see how they could exist inside the same person.

I find life to be emotionally and physically demanding and exhausting.  Recently I had been living my life like a cloistered nun.  Quiet, alone, with a rich inner life,  yet besieged by chaos and demands.  I retreated into myself after a series of stressful situations that seemed to have no solutions.  I sat frozen in time.   Missing seasons, not noting holidays.  Empty appearing.

But inside I am buzzing and happy, wandering the net,  curious and exploring.  My horizon expands and I land on a hive of activity and gaiety.  Appealing and diverting and so comfortable.   A friends list? what joy. How amusing, I have 'friends' again.  Not the complicated troublesome ones that worried me so in real life.  These are simple superficial friends.  GG.  GG to you.  so clean and unconnected.

Or so I thought.  Turns out wrong.  My voracious appetite for life has led me into delightful real connections.  I can't escape from chaos and demands and stressful situations that have no obvious solutions.  Nor do I want to. I don't want to live a life deprived myself of the pure joy that people are.




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