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

Anger...I have trouble expressing thoughts about this topic.  I guess it's because I haven't had that clenched fist, red, boiling mad feeling in a long, long time....And that's probably because all my feelings were burned up in the black hole of mourning...

I have been living in a five year hiatus from feelings of any kind. Love, hate, anger, and pleasure have been welded into the fire pit where I cherish the embers of my old life. Sometimes those embers spark and flame, sometimes they glow softly, but they will never have the warmth nor give me the light again...

I have had to build a new fireplace. It is made of bricks brought by friends, solid brick, piled high, shielding the wind of discontent, the water of my tears, and the anger of the loss. I choose my starter carefully and lay on each branch before I strike the match. I guard the fire. I will not risk it again.  Therefore,  I do not let the feelings in. It is superficial but survivable!
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  1. reeseMarch 29, 2012 at 11:35 PM

    Sharon...
    We all have emotions and anger happens to be one of them. I know how angry one can be when you lose a loved one...it took me 9 years before I seen life through a different view.

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