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 18, 2012

TRUST

In God We Trust...or we should. But we like to second guess Him, don't we?

I came late to an honest spirituality. My brother and I were baptized in the Community Methodist Church and took part in Sunday School. We walked together to church on Sundays   I remember my mom and dad were always still in bed when we got home. Then, four more siblings! They were not baptized.  By then, we had moved away to God-foresaken California and there were way more things to do on Sundays...

However, I found Him again. At forty five, in a twelve step program, I discovered spirituality, faith,and trust. I learned to 'let go and let God'. I learned to ask for what I needed. I learned to trust that there would be answers. They were not always the answers I expected. But, they put me in a better place.

And then, my world fell apart. And, I didn't care if I stayed in the world. It was a heartless existence with no purpose and my identity was gone. The reason I woke up each morning no longer existed.  And I cared for nothing else. I was spiritless, faithless, and trusted no one.  In fact, I was pretty sure everyone was out to take advantage of me in some way or another.

I wish I could say that I was guided to ask the right questions and received the right answers . It didn't happen. All I did was live. In the most basic, survivalist mode. Somehow. There were many days when I didn't even try.
I look back on five years of that near-death experience. I should have trusted Him more. Because I am still here and I thank God. And, I am here! God! I am here!

Thank you all at DMT and Forever Young.
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