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

Shame

shame.. hmm

shame is regret.. only redder.

i try to live my life without any regrets.. though there are a few.  i cross my t's and dot my i's very carefully.  but i miss a step every now and then.. and then i learn.  i realize if i dont make mistakes every now and then, im gonna run in circles.  im a champion circler.

ok so this story pops in my head dunno why..

we were at the mall.. and we were running late.  matt was on crutches.. his leg in the 'shop'..  and the entire family is racing through the mall at breakneck pace headed straight for the exit.  matt bookin it on those crutches and viv bringing up the rear.  mother hen!  we race past the arcade.. and i hear some dude shout to matt.. 'hey.. what happened to your leg, man?'  matt's rushed reply? 'I LOST IT!'

my sister fell on the ground in peals of laughter.. the dude's jaw dropped.. and we were late to the baseball game.

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