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!

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Sharing

I was not a good sharer as a small child. I always felt like I didn't have enough for myself.  I didn't have to share my dad much, I was his little girl and that was all there was to that.  Little sis just didn't have a chance.  I was his constant companion after she was born.  He kept me with him to keep me safer than I would be at home.  She was only two when he died.  She lost a lot, I lost more.  I lost everything, or so I thought.

When Sissy got a new bear brought to her, from grandma and grandpa, a teddy bear,  Dad was furious that they had slighted me.  He took off with me and ran into town and bought me  the only bear he could find  ... a koala bear with the funny nose on it.  I got teased about my ugly bear but I treasured it.

Yeah I can see they thought I was spoiled.  I dunno, I can see both sides of it now.  An imbalanced family dynamic confuses a little girl.

Over the child hood years, I outgrew being greedy and learned to take turns and be mellow and wait for attention.  It got easier the older I got till I became a hippy sort and bought into the hippy ethics of giving all you got and sharing what you have.  I've learned over the years that the more generous a person is, the more good that comes back to them. 

Up to a point.  I don't share everything with everyone.  I guard my secrets and mete out my stories to only a few trusty peeps.  I share my husband a bit, but there is a limit.  I don't lend him out for overnights.  I will share my worldly possessions with anyone who is in want.  Except for my computer.  No one had better touch my laptop.  Don't go over there, just stay back.   lol.  

Of course the big new thing I've been sharing is this wonderful blog.   I love sharing in this blog.  I love writing and being read.  I especially like being understood and accepted  for who I am. I love to share my time with people.  I've got lots and lots of time.  It is free.

And welcome to the safe sharing place, Amy.   May it be a blessing to you.
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