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!

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Rosie, JC and Reese Marie’s road trip…



Rosie, JC and Reese Marie’s road trip…

Rosie just got a brand spankin new 2012 Volvo wagon…WooHoo!  Lavender in color with bright colored balls going all around. Skulls are decaled on both sides along with 2 brownish twigs that resemble pool sticks.
On the front hood it says “Victory”. Oh is that baby sharp. Rosie likes to be noticed. Some say it looks like a “granny” car but that don’t bother Rosie none. Her comment back is “Hmmm, I got an apron to match it ya know”!

We are going out west. Mitchell South Dakota.
Reese yells…SHOTGUN!

“Roll em Lester”.

We’re off to The OK Corral in South Dakota. Oh is this a sightless state. Entering South Dakota, all you see is flatlands, brown landscaping, a lot of tumbleweed whirling around and a cow here and there. Hey, where do the cattle go when it rains? There are no houses, no barns, hardly any trees and no people. As we journey along, the sights improve.

I have always thought in my previous life I was a gal of the west. Cowboys and Indians. Wagon trains. Horse back riding! Yup! Giddy-up!

We arrived at the OK Corral at By the time we unpacked and registered, it was going on

CLANG CLANG CLANG.
Rise and shine! It’s Get em up…move em out!

CLANG CLANG CLANG.
Time for grub. All food is being prepared over the buffalo chip fire pit.
Pork and beans, fried potatoes and buffalo sausages. Buttered biscuits on the side for dippin.

Time to saddle up:
Rosie gets a gray mare named Sparky. Oh Sparky is a feisty one. Just right for Rosie. Yup, Victorious Lavender Rosie.

JC is next in line. He gets a black stallion. His name is Speed! Faster than a speeding bullet. Fits him perfect cause he likes the fast lane.

Reese gets a white palomino. Her name is Precious. Oh is she a beauty. So gentle.

Here we go! Let’s Ride! Get on our horses and ride Sally ride. Rosie leads because she is a leader. Reese is in the middle because she is a follower and JC is bringing up the rear…making sure us women folk don’t get lead astray...click click click we go with our mouths. Come on Sparky, come on Precious come on Speed.

JC clears his throat and expresses his voice… loud and clear…“Oh home on the range” and Rosie and Reese join in ...where the deer and the antelope play…

We trotted, galloped and ran full speed ahead. Whoa Sparky! Whoa Precious! Whoa Speed! We stopped at streams to let our horses drink and rest a bit. This was our chance to “wetten our whistle” by drinking water from our canteens, taking our bandanas and pouring water on them and wiping our dusty brows. We now mount up, a little slower this time but still  sit tall in the saddle.
 
Sun rises…Sun sets.

Time to de-saddle our horses, eat more grub (leftovers from breakfast) and get out our bed rolls.

Bruised tushes and bowed legs, we sway from side to side.

Sleeping underneath the stars, listening to the coyotes howling.

We were awakened by the CLANG CLANG CLANG again. But this time it was time to load up the Victory wagon and head back home.

Now all we have are memories. Memories of a journey among friends.  =)


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