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 8, 2012

Donations please...

the earthquake ceased its rumble.....

A few years back - I had - long - waist length - thick red hair…!
Locks of Love…hmmmm I wonder how many people would actually like to have auburn colored hair.
You need 10 inches of healthy, undyed, freshly washed and thoroughly dried hair to be able to donate. Do I have that much? Wound up tape measure is in my hand, I am stretching out my hair and visually checking to see if there are 10 inches or more. Wow, I will have something I haven’t had in years…short hair…but it would be for a good cause. Some ill stricken child or adult, male or female would get a free wig. How wonderful this feeling is. I can do something special for someone in need. There was a part of me that also wondered…if I donate my hair for cancer patients, I am hoping never be stricken with cancer…God would not do this to me.
I made the appointment with a family friend Kris to cut my hair. She is a reliable cosmetologist. I told her of my plans…She already was aware of the rules. Kris ponytailed my hair in about 6-8 different sections. Then she came at me with her clippers. Sharp, pointed clippers…Yikes…closed eyes…there goes one tail, and another and another til they were all laying neatly in a row on her table… making sure they did not touch the ground.
We measured…14 inches…Wow! I took a couple of pictures as a remembrance. A good deed well done. I bought a large envelope and sent my hair to Locks of Love…What a feeling I had…a feeling that I could walk out in front of a car and would not get hit…no destruction for me…so I thought.
Approximately 3 months later, I received a phone call: Mrs…so and so…you have basal cell carcinoma…in other words---Skin Cancer. How could I??? Another “why me”?
Now it is years later and I still get BCC.
No regrets.

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