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!

Thursday, February 9, 2012

{[ Winning ]}

Easter...

Back when I was a kid we had family easter events
at my great grandmothers house in her back yard.
Way back then I fell in love with the smell of bacon
coming from the house. While me and my cusins
played. Whole back yard full of buttercups and
blooming irises.

Now its nothing like that anymore. Its hard to even
find an easter event to go to. And my son is the only
grandchild in the family. So we stared going to public
places like churches and such.

Easter is the time for my family to win at something.
Having younger brothers and a son I've been through
this ritual more then once. I love watching kids go
crazy over mulitcolored easter eggs full of candy.

Thier eyes twinkling over the winning baskets
full of chocolate bunnies and furry plushed animals.
Our family is very competitive when it comes to simple
little wants of easter baskets. My fondest memory of
winning was when me and Cameron went to a place
with my aunt and her sons wife.

We werrrre ready. Running shoes tied, nice clothes
and a big basket that I personally painted and decorated.
Mind you this is one of those apple crate baskets. Haha.
We were ready to winn! Sounds like we cheated justtt a
bit. O well..I learned not to have a basket that could hold
only 20 easter eggs.

Off the kids went as fast as their legs could carry them.
Funny they all went the same direction as each other, my son
on the other hand not. Hes smarrt like his momma. He went
the oposite direction grabbing up eggs like crazy. His basket
was so full he was holding them with his shirt.

Guess who won??  My child. I'll never forget the look on his
face when they called his name to get his prize. They took his
picture and posted it in the newspaper for all to see..
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