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, February 20, 2012

banana chee

looking forward to some spicy thai food and banana chee for lunch..

as he headed out the door, the phone rang.
he never answers his phone. never.
but, for some reason, this time he picked up the phone..

hello

and what followed was a request. 

'may i bring Luke to lesson early tonight?'

i have a 5 or 5:30 open, which would you like?

and what followed was a moment which he would never forget all his life.

'Luke has suffered so much with all this death..  you, of course knew his father passed away last year.. and he just lost a friend from the hockey team in a car accident, and tomorrow is his birthday.  i let him go skiing today and told him we could go out for a nice birthday dinner.  i just wanted to share something with you..'

mhm.. mhm.. pause.. ok...

'ever since his father passed, i have tried to get Luke to go to therapy, but he wont.  then one day, he says to me, "mom.. i think i would like to sing."  and i thought, great.. another thing on my plate.  but then his cousin, Jessica, says "I know just the person.. I LOVE MY TEACHER!"  and so we signed up with you.  when my husband was sick, they brought in a music therapist.  my husband wanted Luke to sing for him.  i think it was too much for him.  i asked my father-in-law, who loves to sing, to come and sing too.. and Luke hesitantly joined.  i want you to know, i think you are Luke's therapy.  i want you to know that he loves his lessons with you, and he just loves you.  i hear him upstairs singing all the time.  he lights up when he talks about voice.  you have given him so much, without even knowing.  5:30 will be fine with us.'

..pause..  thank you so much for sharing this with me. i will see you at 5:30 then.

he sits. staring for a moment.  the dogs yapping and scraping outside at the back door.  tears.

i never knew.
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