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 8, 2012

O.O

seems im the theme of the day here..

dont listen to these girls.. im a clown and they know it.  ;)

i get high on estrogen i think.. i sure do like all the attention..

but on a serious note.
i love each and every one of you.  you all mean so much to me, there just arent words.  but im sure at some point i will find them.. because, well.. as you all know.. you really cant shut me up once i get going.

i may put boogers on your chair
i may let you play in my hair
i may pick and tease
and say outrageous things
but only because your friendship means the world to me
to bring a smile to the lips of a friend is my healing
and to have made a connection that means something.. so much more.

rosie, reese, amy.. i love you.. my blog mates.. my friends
thank you for letting me share my voice
          more importantly, i thank you for.......... hearing me.
im blushing so intensely, swelling with pride, and humbled to the core!
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