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!

Sunday, March 4, 2012

They were Seven strong.

Plaintive Celtic Melodies filled the night sky and joined the whistling of the wind through the pine as the circle of friend gently talked and waited together in the night air.

Introductions were made,  motives explained and recent history caught up and rehashed in the flickering campfire light.

They were Seven strong.

J C picked up the tune with his voice and absentmindedly stroked Amy's wavy blonde hair.   Fly stole glances over at the pair and noticed that Amy's hair had start to shimmer and that ripples of color followed the tune, JC's voice and his moving fingers all at the same time.  Amy was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Amy felt JC's fingers in her hair as hot lightly pulsating snakes wandering through her hair.    JC felt her hair as oceanic chords of lifes' tendrils united with the center of the universe.

Reese felt her body lift and ease up as the mushroom worked its magic.  Her lungs expanded with air and molecules of oxygen swirled multi colored in her veins.  She saw herself grow slightly larger in waves of breath and recede in her exhalations.  She  noticed the heart beat of others sounding off in the dark night and paced her heartbeat to match theirs.  It was a singular beat that traveled around the circle, adding to the tune of the stereo.

Rosie and Gwennie sat watching, glancing from side to side, observing their friends altered state.  Rosie mentally summoned up a golden light of protection to cover the group, and attempted to smooth out any jagged edges to the auras that they gave off.

Gwennie watched her brother, Fly, her dear complicated brother who was blowing a counterpart melodie on his flute, pulled from his duffel bag.  He didn't go far from his musical instruments and his art supplies, both were with him for this trip.

BJ was the only restless one of the group.  She moved very slowly and gracefully from chair to chair stroking the back of the chair.  the shoulder of the person, the warmth of a mug.  she covered the space of the circle over and over again and finally came to rest in front of the flickering fire.

She swayed to an inner tune, off tempo with the music being made around her.  She started to rotate with her arms out, palms up as the inner visions transported her.   BJ slowly left the ground, her feet pointed down, her legs at rest and relaxed twirling in the air.

Her lift off caught the eyes of the circle and each person's aura melted into BJ's until they were holding her up and gently nudging her skyward. 

BJ looked into the woods and cooed a calling animal sound.    A majestic and enormous moose stepped out of the shadows and strode towards the group a black silhouette in front of the low full moon that shone over the lake.  As he moved into the light, BJ floated over to him and touched his muzzle and stroked his antlers.

She floated up to his flank and threw her legs over his back and grabbed his knotted neck hump with one hand and his antlers with another.   He backed away from the group and started to canter. When he got to the edge of the lake, he took a leap and became airborne.   BJ caressed his neck hump with approval.

The circle of friends clapped with approval and delight.

They were 8 strong.







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