Forever Young: WORRY...

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!

Saturday, March 10, 2012

WORRY...

WORRY…

I worry every day!

I worry about death!

I worry that my little BJ will be left without her mother- although she keeps saying that she wants to go to heaven before me. (we both want an Emil’s pizza made by Emil himself)

I worry that my family will be sad without me.

I worry that Reese and Jerry will have a short lived life without me.

I worry about my hubby retiring and me being a high risk for insurance.

I worry about my grandbabies out in the world ready to be on their own.

I worry about getting lost and not finding my way.

I worry that my teeth will fall out.

I worry about losing people. Never being able to speak or chat with them again.

{I get worried when someone is late!

My friends worry about me when I am not on OMG and this I am sorry for.

This happened today. They were not worried when they seen Reese pop up.}

I could go on and on and on with my worries. What does it do for me? Add another white hair? Make my BP rise higher? Make me lose sleep? Give me ulcers?

Is there a “worry not” pill? Would I take it?

Yet another worry…..worry if the “worry not” pill could cause liver, kidney or other organ damage.

Nah!...I would not take it…It’s in my nature to worry!!!