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!

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Boundaries

I've spoken before about how we didn't like neighbors much growing up and I put up tall fences on our MO property to keep prying eyes out of our yard and to keep the dog safe.  It kept the dog in, but it sure din't keep the kids out.  Kids on both sides came in our yard at all times of the day.  The boy on the one side learned to use the gate and close it back again, but he would walk into our house unannounced and even up into our bedroom. "Whatcha doing?" 

The nabes on the other side, just loosened a fence slat and squirmed through, or hauled it up and over the top and dropped in.  However that group stayed out of our house on pain of punishment by their mother, and kept far away from our dog.  

But son's closest friends had open houses for our son and we did the same for them.  They could come over with just a quick phone call to make sure someone was home.  

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Watching my son put together a jigsaw puzzle was a unique experience.  He didn't see the straight edges as belonging to a special part of the puzzle.  He would methodically test each puzzle piece for fit into a slot, four different ways, regardless of color, shape or the fact that it was a corner or edge piece.

He got the puzzle done, eventually, but the idea that the puzzle had edges eluded him.




I have so much more to say but ran out of time.





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