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

JC my friend...

JC my friend…

I’ve been wondering if his students of vocals call him Mr. McLovin! Hmmmm…does have a ring to it!

I’ve only known JC for a couple of months but it sure seems longer. Just last night we were chatting and trying to figure out how long we’ve been together. No one really knows for sure. It just happened.
One day JC said “Reese, you have a voice” use it. I thought he meant my singing voice and thought…how does he know what my vocals sound like? No one ever asks me to sing.
Back in my high school years, I took choir and I did get an A. Not that I deserved it, but the teacher knew I couldn’t carry a tune for the life of me. The harder I tried, the worse I sounded.
JC is an art of music.
JC is a listener.
JC is a comforter.
JC has a huge heart and spreads it throughout.
JC is a friend.
A friend that will listen. No matter what time of day. No matter what the subject.
JC a voice…my journalist friend.






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