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!

Saturday, February 25, 2012

I Have Seen The Light!

I Have Seen The Light!

August/September 2005

There I lay in ICU, possibly dying.
Dr’s do not know what they are dealing with.
Is it bacterial or viral???
I cannot breathe…
I cannot move, not even a toe or my readings went haywire.
I am so pumped full of antibiotics and because of this, any test they did would not show a true reading.
Double the oxygen!
So short of breath.

Two days later:
My brothers wedding…missed because there would not be enough oxygen for me.

Oh how I longed for fresh air…not the air being forced into my nostrils. Finally one day I was wheeled outdoors for a short time…me and my bed. Oh that was great! Fresh air, the warmth of the sun, birds chirpin…

My mind is foggy! Memory faded! I ask the same questions…over and over and over. They repeat same answers.

Days passed. Days mean nothing. I cannot be released yet. I want to be able to talk a full sentence again without gasping for air after only 2 words. I want to be able to get out of bed on my own and hop back in and not have to wait 20 minutes before my breathing settled down. I want to go home.

I see light! Is this the light people talk about? Can I follow it? Can someone help guide me closer?
Oh that light was so inviting. I wanted more…more light. Brightest light I had ever seen. I want to follow it. The more I moved, the brighter it got. It was bright, so bright it was hurting my eyes.  I was being wheeled out of my room. The lights were so bright!






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