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

stroking my denial

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

i go without a lot of material things.. but that isnt the crux of that last statement.  i deny myself a relationship with my brother.  i am in denial about my dad.  i continue to deny myself a very promising international career.  i deny myself emotional fulfillment... happiness.  not sure happiness is all its cracked up to be.  i laugh a lot.  but its rare i laugh in a deep wholesome.. gawd that felt good.. kind of way.  laughter, the best medicine, is merely a placebo. 

i have a voracious appetite for life

i think my appetite is for a fix.. a fix to feeling like im worthless.  today was the first time in a long time i felt like i was worthy.  i am in denial that i am a good person.. in denial that i have talents..

i know in my head that its all lies..  that i have talent and i am worthy.  that i am good.. that i deserve good things.. but the part of me that denies.. has a very loud and insidious voice.  i could completely succumb.. but i am not my brother.

i seek to fill the void

why am i so empty.. my life is rich.. rich with denial
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