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, March 29, 2012

Anger ugh. go away.

did we already write on anger.  wtf?  brb.  Yes we wrote on anger on 2/1/2012  Oh well.  reruns!

 So we are writing about anger because Reese got mad.  I got indignant just thinking about somebody making Reese mad.  How dare they? They better run!



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 My mother lived her life Angry.  Her core default setting was a place of Anger and mean spiritedness. I don't want to be like that. I saw it poison her.  


I hate being angry.  I try to avoid it like stomach flu.  I wash my hands often of things.  I cover my mouth when I might say something that would spread bad feelings.  I repress any angry situation like I'm taking penicillin for it. I stay away from society if I am angry.   I will tell you Go Away (without the please) to avoid outbursts.  (sorry for that)  Every once in a while I will blow up from some random small thing that triggered something and my self control comes down like a knocked over supermarket display.


The last time I was royally pissed off, JC helped me through it.  We went into DMT and drew.  I felt it leave my body.  My shoulders relaxed, my stomach unknotted, my heart opened up.  I felt good feelings return.

My son didn't go to school again today.  He appears to be stoned.  We're not angry.  I can't afford to take it into my body.

I went back to my happy place and relaxed...

Aaaahhh.  

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  1. reeseMarch 29, 2012 at 9:02 PM

    Rosie...
    This just goes to show that you can break the mold...you've seen how your mother was affected with anger and you didn't want any part of it. What a trooper that JC is...his soft tender touch that he shares...

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