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

there is much to gain in sharing..

i like to share, and i am liking it more these days.  it makes me feel warm inside. 

there was a time when i didnt want to share.. anything
in college
and when i lived alone
i clung to things that were mine and didnt like my things touched or moved
i realized that my life was so out of my control, that the only things i had any control over were..
myself and my material things.  this made me feel so insecure.

i gave a bunch of stuff away that year.  stuff i paid good money for.. material stuff i thought was important.  and i forced myself not to internally freak everytime someone touched my stuff.  i wasnt all that successful.. but i tried.

then she moved in.  and what i expected to happen.. didnt happen.
i expected her to try and change my stuff..
to throw out my cherished things.. my holey tshirts.. my old magazines.. gunther (the bass i had caught and had mounted and hung on the living room wall)
instead she just fit right in.
her things next to mine.
soon her things became our things and my things became our things..

and it was the first time i actually enjoyed sharing..

i shared and shared
and the more i shared, the more i wanted to share.
i gave all i had..  and i never felt depleted..  instead i felt full of life and love

and slowly.. after having lost so much..  after having lost so much of what she gave me..
i am trying to share.. 
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