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!

Monday, March 12, 2012

my knitting story

when we were kids
ma taught us to crochet
now, i dont remember how

i remember she always wanted to learn to knit
never did

when she passed
i bought a learn-to-knit kit
set about learning
it was a mess
i threw it all in the bottom of the closet in the second bedroom
forgot about it

years pass
i clean out the closet
and find the knit kit and yarn
and the holey mess i would have liked to have called a scarf

i cried

i sat down right there in the middle of the room
in front of that closet
dog at my side
and didnt get up til i had several neat little rows resembling the start of a scarf.

grit.
tenacity.
and love.
i have it.
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tenacity    << that was totally accidental haha
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  1. AnonymousMarch 15, 2012 at 4:36 PM

    I decided to go back and comment on blogs that stuck a deep intrest to me. This one being one of them. I feel as if I was right there in the room with you. Your voice..it speaks.

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  2. SharonMarch 20, 2012 at 7:52 PM

    I, too, am catching up. From March 1 to here, I've read them all. Enlightening. Surprising. Writers all. And terrific human beings...Being!

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