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!

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

spring...rosie's choice

spring…rosie’s choice

One of my favorite times of the year…
birds chirping~
buds opening ~
beautiful bright and pastel colors~
trees branches are filling with twigs.  the twigs are  budding and shaping a clothlike textured leaf with lines running through them which are called veins.

If you watch carefully, you possibly could see a flower blossom, a leaf grow, grass turn green, butterflies float in the air, dogs being walked, children running, playing…

You can hear the birds chirp, bees buzzin, mating call from the mallards, children singing, screaming…screaming because they feel unleashed.

Spring is my favorite season…
As I sit in my house tonight with temperatures reading 11degrees and snow plows going through the streets, sanders making their way I say:
“Spring Can’t Come Soon Enough!”





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