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!

Friday, March 9, 2012

Go already!!

I hate being bossed around.  If someone yells at me to hurry up, I stop dead in my tracks defiant and distracted.  LOL.  It just doesn't work with most people, showing impatience.  It causes stress.  I hate to wait and I hate to be hurried. 

I have spent a lot of my life moving at a child's pace.   Early childhood education is both very very fast paced and extremely slow.  You need boat loads of patience to raise disordered children.  Typical children use up most of your normal patience.   Disordered children leave you a little bit crazy by the end of the day.  You will wake up each morning and go over the rules anew every day, as if they never heard them.   People have said that I am the most patient person they know.  Or so they used to say. 

 I need patience because I am slow and forgetful.   I'm so slow to pay at the cash register.  I look at the atm like I've never seen one before.  I look at my card trying to decide which end goes up. I think about what my pin might be.  I punch it in with squinty eyes.  I forget to press the no cash back button.    The cashier drums her fingers.  People behind me shift their feet.   I fiddle with the receipt.  I fiddle with my purse.  I look around for my groceries.   Someday someone is going to clobber me in exasperation.    GRINS.

I am easy going when I drive, I almost never pass slow moving cars.  I'll follow a bus for a while.  It takes a lot to make me change lanes.    I zoom though.  I zip and brake.  My purse falls to the deck.  Heh heh. 

I don't lose my temper often, but I lost it today.   But we are not talking about that.  I hope that my husband did not take my son up to the carnival.  I will lose my patience if he did. ...   Oh man it's quiet in the house.  Surely they didn't....?  Naw... I'll be patient and find out later.  

I am very patient when I am teaching people technology.  Take all day.  Take two days. I don't mind explaining things very carefully and walking people through things.   It pleases me that I can find a way to explain the complex or obscure.  I guess I love to teach.

mhm.  I do love to teach.
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  1. SharonMarch 20, 2012 at 7:15 PM

    Rosie! You did it again....wrote my life! I do love to teach.

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