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

{[ Impatient ]}

I have been impatient sitting her for the past hour waiting to write here. I'm so excited because I have this amazing high rushing through me. Its been running through my veins all day ever since this morning. I want to do everything right now.
I want to talk to my friends,
I want to take time with my son.
I want to finally sit behind that stearing wheel and turn the key.
I feel like I can do anything right now.
I finally ridded myself of someone that was taking me
over.
Someone that I continued to let get to me.
Omg..am I glad thats over.
I let them scream in my head for way to long..
I am proud..so proud thats over.
And I will continue to thank someone over and over for helping me
with that little issue.
Thank you..for having the patience to help me over come that.
Wow..now I wanna go thank them again.

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