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!

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

dandelion

the last time i felt like i fit in..

i remember never feeling like i fit in anywhere.  its a common feeling.  fear of being an outcast.  fear of being alone.  you would have never known i felt this way.  i was well liked by most.  but..my brother had all the friends.  i was always the shy goofy one.  i didnt find my legs til college.. far away from his song and dance. 

do i ever really fit in?  does it matter? 

i know people like me.  im 'cute' and 'witty' and 'talented' and 'funny haha'..  but that doesnt make me feel like i fit in.  certainly doesnt mean that i do.  i used to care.

i decided long ago, that i didnt need to fit in anywhere.  i am completely self-sufficient.  this was difficult for me.......im a people pleaser.. to a fault.  but caring what people thought about me was making me unhappy.  i still care a lot about what people think of me.. but i dont care if i fit in. 

because i fit wherever i damn well decide to plant myself.  just for the sheer fact that i am there.  whether people accept me or not, is totally up to them. 

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i feel like i belong here.  with this crowd.  we share laughs and games and stories.. and a whole lot more.  close personal bonds i will cherish my entire life.  i feel nurtured.  cared for.  loved even.  doesnt mean i really fit in.  just means we share a common goal.. of friendship.. meaningful friendship.  i can be who i am, where i am planted right now.. may my roots grow deep.. like the ruddiest dandelion.  RAWR.
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