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 7, 2012

Change

I have a love hate relationship with change.   I like things to be predictable.  I want some logic and scientific precision in my life.  I like people to be predictable.  And of course I like my weather to be predictable too.

It's windy right now.  Chaos is swirling in our backyard.  Limbs are down.  Seed pods have dropped from the winter's growth.  Leaves have dropped and new leaves budded out to mark the minor changes we have in the subtropical spring time.

Young people are growing up and pushing us older ones out to the side.  I don't like being lost in technology that I used to be master of.  I don't like asking for help from my son, when I used to build computers and websites. 

That sort of change does not sit well with me.  

But watching younger people blossom and grow.   That is the best type of change.  Being around people who accept the challenges of life and go for it.  That is nourishment for me.  I love to hear about Reese's grandchild getting his first job, graduating with honors,  winning a scholarship to not one but several colleges.   Applause.

With my son, we applaud very small modest changes.   He answered the phone the other day!  He talked to a stranger and took down a message.  That is a huge long looked for change for him.   He had no choice; I wasn't there in the house, so he rose to the occasion.   I couldn't be more proud.  I take my joy where I can find it.

My husband is contemplating a big change in his lifestyle.  He is going to retire.  Money will be less, he will have more time.  He is having trouble waiting.  He keeps asking me, what are we going to do?  I come up with delightful scenarios, and he comes up with scary ones that involve a lot of change.  He wants to go live on a Caribbean Island. and I am like. nuuuuuu.  nuuuuu.    Bad idea, bad idea.

Slowly moving negative changes are clawing at my health.  I'm pretty feisty about some things but this is a battle I am tired of fighting.  I use my writing and my force of will to keep going, to stay upbeat and moving forward.

This blog or any type of mental activity stimulates me everyday and provides the change of novelty.   I dearly love to write.  In writing I am in command of the changes.   Like most authors, I relish that.

GRINS.


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  1. SharonMarch 20, 2012 at 5:52 PM

    I feel like I wrote this! And that I live it. Super great! and Thanks! You put into words the feelings that flit through my life. All alone, I can't quite catch them...but, with you here, I'm capturing them one by one.

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