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

LET'S RECYCLE...



Clip away!

Today I got my hair cut by my friend Kris. I told her how I wanted it cut and styled and she did exactly what I had asked. Since we are long long long ago friends and our parents were besties, we always have a lot to share. On bingo night, I save a spot right next to me for her dad. He is so dear to me.

When Kris finished cutting my hair, I admired her work looking with 2 mirrors…a front shot and a back shot… Super! … I asked “is it going to be easy for me to do”? her reply was “very easy, you have just enough curl in the back that all you have to do is crunch it and on top, just work a little with it for the poof”. I said “great”.

I stood up from the swiveled barber chair, looked down and Kris said “there’s hair down there” and I said “oh that’s not so much”…then I looked around the whole chair and holy catfish…there was a lot of hair.

I now walk over to the counter and ready to write out her pay. Kris said to me “your hair will be picked up and placed in a bag”…huh??? I looked very puzzled and Kris said that she has a client that is a home economics teacher and she asked Kris to save hair for her. It has to be at least 3-4 inches long and clean. I still had this puzzled look and Kris finished by telling me that this lady makes pin cushions and uses hair for the filling. She stated that the hair somehow sharpens the pins.

                                   Locks of Love to a pin cushion!

What a way to recycle!





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