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!

Friday, February 17, 2012

patience

i have my youngest student (6) and my oldest student (76) on fridays..
its a nice challenge to jump from one age group to another..

with me smack dab in the middle

rather fun..  music bridges the age gap.. we all share a common love
singing

the six year old sings as loud and long as she can.  like a little bird, with a twinkle in her eye.. always ready for mischief.. cant keep her hands to herself and tries accompanying on the piano while she sings.

ahem.  hands down.  take a step back from the piano, bianca.  please try and pay attention, now.  thank you.

the seventy-six year old sings as loud as he can.  like an overgrown bird, with a twinkle in his eye.. always ready for mischief.. cant keep his hands off the piano either. 

ahem.  charlie.  i know you are really into this piece, but please take a step back from the piano and concentrate.  thank you.

the challenge is patience.. balancing structure with fun.  every day my hope is that i may achieve this balance with each student..  so that they may grow through diligent work to learn the joy of mastering their instrument.  it is fulfilling.  it is worthwhile.  it is a gift.

each student a blessing.
i proudly pass this knowledge on to the next person willing to accept it.

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