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!

Saturday, February 18, 2012

when im weary.. i run

i have been physically weary
its draining and intense.. often feeling so tired i couldnt sleep

working in a factory can do that to a person
the monotony of the same action  over and over and over..
grueling
taxing
tedious
..done that



emotional weariness
is a whole other game

have you ever been so weary of feeling that you try and counteract it by wearing yourself out physically? 

i love to run
it frees the mind
its a monotony that is welcome to one who's mind never stops spinning
when i am emotionally taxed
i run

i have been running a lot in the last few months
so emotionally wracked that the running did nothing.. 
nothing but alleviate the antsy feeling.. temporarily.
i found myself at the gym a lot
the antsy feeling kept coming back

then i started writing.  really writing.  and some of the jitteryness dissipated.
its not gone

right now im emotionally spent and i will sleep
i will sleep feeling a little bit lighter.. less burdened under a nearly unmentionable weight..
because my friends carry me. 
my friends.
who are also weary.
carry me.. as i carry them.
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