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 28, 2012

It's Spring

I've already had a gadzillion sensations this morning and it's only 8:02.   My chest confirms this with quivering inhalations and exhalations.  My neighbors confirm this after they saw me trudging down the walk, being escorted early out of the house and round the block by my determined husband.

Again.

It is spring, and I've been drug by my husband from my winter cocoon and inspected for seasonal damage.   I emerge groggy and a bit heavier every spring and waken to the new pulses of life going on around me.

Yeah,  but what excuse do I have?  I  live in Florida!  Life is so fragrant and vigorous round here, it shouts all winter.  Flowering plants, brilliant yellows, oranges,  bright reds and purples on every lawn, round the corner, tucked in pots at the store, parrots overhead,  lizards underfoot.  canals of fish rippled waters every other block. All the migrating birds hanging around, ducks raising babies round Christmas time. All winter long gorgeous weather and lower humidity.  And I pick now to get active, now that the days are warming up past pleasant.

My clock still ticks four season time?

Yep, it does.  And here I am, toes a tingling, back a bit straighter, arms moving and stretching out, mind a whirr of sights and sound, organs jiggled back and forth and body all aglow.

It's Spring!


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  1. reeseMarch 28, 2012 at 9:12 AM

    Rosie...
    Hooray for you on taking that first step outdoors. Sometimes we need that extra boost and it's so nice that you have a walking partner. Keep it up!

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  2. SharonMarch 28, 2012 at 1:42 PM

    I love the sense of renewal which you express even though Mother Nature skips the season in Florida. We do love the hibernation aspect of Winter! It's good to see you out and about! Your writing has a terrific spirit that shines through!

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