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 7, 2012

The laser like focus of attention.

I like to look at the big picture sometimes, and see how things are put together.  I love how things work.  I like to know the underpinnings of things.  I  lift up the hood and mess around with the parts.

I feel sometimes like I have little antennas, that lift in the wind and look for novelty or unexplained things.  It doesn't take much to get me my interest moved and tracking down some science paper or a map or chart or other arcane knowledge that helps buttress a theory or explain some odd ball thing.

I do it to the detriment of conversations, things I'm doing.   Like an absent minded professor, I putter off task and get lost in thought.

 Twice in recent days, I noticed this happening. Reese goes "Are you there, Rosie?"  Um... Um... yeah I'm here!  Well it was her own fault. She was talking about her labs, her pro-times INR being high and I just had to go google it and got lost in the diagrams and the links on it.  Her life depends on it being the right numbers and by golly that's kind of important to me.  So I let a pool turn time out and got scolded a little when I found myself back in the present. 

Amy's BP discussion was fascinating to me.  About a dozen different thoughts came to mind.  Oh sure it's just blood pressure, but to me it was a chance to ponder and reflect.    I had to stifle myself before I went verbally off on a tangent that would make most people dizzy.  I still want to find that blood pressure/heart disease map though. I had it round here somewhere...

I like to discuss what we write, to wring out meaning and find gems of ideas and connect things together.  Sometimes it doesn't take long and other times I jump grabbing up knots and undoing them.

Slip away, I might not notice that you even have left.
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  1. SharonMarch 20, 2012 at 6:21 PM

    I usually know when you've left Rosie...your light dims and I don't see as well!

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