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

Miracle

today.. is a day of reflection. i stand looking in the mirror. what do i see? only half of me. i bow, humbled.. to the greatness that is humanity. in all its beauty and ugliness. and today, i try to be compassionate. it is hard. so very, very hard.. to have compassion for oneself. and today i am in tatters again. searching..

so here is a heartwarming story..

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when we were kids.. the school system was experimenting with assimilation.. mainstreaming special needs students. by the time we were in second grade, Matt and i had been separated into two different classes. i suppose they felt we were too dependent on one another.

there was a hearing impaired boy in Matt's class. they were naturally drawn to one another. a mutual sympathetic bond. they were great friends.

one day, while playing kickball at recess.. a boy comes running after me as i rounded first base and headed for second. i look back and i see this look of pure amazement. this boy grabs my arm and starts pulling me back toward the playground. i yell and put up a fight but this boy doesnt hear me.. and he is determined to take me with him.. wherever it is he wants me to go. so i follow. and we run.. hard and fast into the school principal's office. we stand panting, i bewildered.. he speechless.. and what looks to be flailing his hands and arms in wild gesticulation.. pointing at my leg.. hugging me.. lifting my pant leg and smiling.

the secretary tried to calm the boy. and called in his teacher. the teacher brought Matt, who was spending recess inside for disciplinary reasons.

and there in the office stood two identical twins and a completely confused little deaf boy. they sat him down, and explained.. lifting Matt's pant leg.. and showing him the wooden leg.

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ty for reading.
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