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 13, 2012

Never Mind Me.




"used to tell someone not to worry about something because it is not important:"

Anything I ever utter falls under that category.


Nvm 

I just wish I could listen better and be heard clearer.  I struggle too much for sense and meaning, and I ramble on searching for some sort of understanding of myself. and of others.




I can't listen to my son, he drives me nuts. Absolutely bonkers when he attempts to make a connection with me.  I can't bear to hear about his fights and odd teen things that he brings to me.  I did better when it was snakes and dead mice in his hands. 


We are in strange territory, now. I don't have any experience with this. 


to be continued, but never mind.

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 xlll Rosie lllx: my son just ran back and forth between my game and my husbands game

JCMcLovin: lol

xlll Rosie lllx: shouting..

xlll Rosie lllx: he's gonna hit the red ball

JCMcLovin: lol

xlll Rosie lllx: then peers over my shoulder.

xlll Rosie lllx: then i get flustered.

JCMcLovin: lol

xlll Rosie lllx: and shoot in his balls.

JCMcLovin: lol

xlll Rosie lllx: the chaos is ridiculous here.

xlll Rosie lllx: and mother in law called.

JCMcLovin: :/

xlll Rosie lllx: haha.

JCMcLovin: lol

xlll Rosie lllx: but it's good chaos.

JCMcLovin: good

xlll Rosie lllx: if your heart can take it.

xlll Rosie lllx: The kid isn't growing up anytime soon.

xlll Rosie lllx: lol

JCMcLovin: lol

Logged in at 9:05 PM

xlll Rosie lllx: I'ts like he's ten.

JCMcLovin: mm

xlll Rosie lllx: or actually 8

JCMcLovin: lol

xlll Rosie lllx: like a little kid.

JCMcLovin: ah

xlll Rosie lllx: only little kids don't act like this.

xlll Rosie lllx: His life is like one long tea party.

xlll Rosie lllx: I wish I could explain it.

xlll Rosie lllx: i want to say nvm so badly.

JCMcLovin: hm.

JCMcLovin: dont

xlll Rosie lllx: cause I can't explain him to people.

JCMcLovin: i can imagine it would be difficult.

xlll Rosie lllx: He's so funny

xlll Rosie lllx: and quirky.

xlll Rosie lllx: and unpredictable.

xlll Rosie lllx: and very predictable.




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