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, April 3, 2012

April 3, 2012

I once said I couldn’t possibly write about her. That any words I could come up with just wouldn’t say enough. And she accepted this. I still feel this way. But I want to try.

This person came into my life by complete surprise. I was just drawing one day in DMT. I had been away from the game for three months, and had only been back… slowly re-adding old friends… for a month or so. And there I was, back to playing my favorite game with some of my favorite people and a few new faces… art was made, jokes were shared, a few witty remarks, and much encouragement given. This place on OMGPOP, is my stomping grounds… a place that holds special significance in my life… a lot of memories.

I am drawn to people with quick wit and a sense of humor. I am drawn to people who get my sense of humor… who get me… who respond. I am rarely riveted. It is a rare person who can truly hold my full attention. It is a rare person who actually makes me think. It is a far rarer person who sees me and accepts me for WHO I am, and doesn’t expect anything from me… other than what I offer… friendship and the occasional hem. I have been incredibly fortunate to meet a few people like that in my life. Those are the people I keep. One of those rarest exceptional people just happened to be in DMT that day, and… I added her.

That was back in November 2011...

Our friendship truly began the day I shared my first poem, and she was kind enough to be honest. It would be much later that I would realize the magnitude of the gift she had just given me.

I’m at a loss as to how to repay her. This gives me great pause.

I am quick to point out my flaws. She says ’you’re perfect’. This always surprises me, humbles me, and makes me respect her all the more. She is also perfect. I never get to tell her that. I have told her how much she means to me. I realize she knows… even if I don’t say it often enough. And I get a little teary-eyed because I truly do lack the words to tell her what a gift she is to people… not just me.

She makes me laugh so hard. She is THE Scamp.

Only she would come up with my new favorite pastime… High stakes Victim Tonking!!!

If you are lucky enough to have this woman in your life, never take her for granted.

Thank you, Rosie. You are perfect.

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    1. Yes, you rendered me speechless. Thank you

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    2. you are the definition of friendship, rosie. yep.. googled it..

      friendship (n)- Google Dictionary
      friend·ship [ frénd shìp ]
      1. Rosie
      2. Fellow grinner
      3. $:^?

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  2. JC...
    What an honor it is to be written about and Rosie is the honoree today.
    Three cheers for Rosie:
    1. Hip Hip Hooray!
    2. Hip Hip Hooray!
    3. Hip Hip Hooray!
    There is no other...

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  3. Yay ROSIE! ROSIE! ROSIE! I'm on that bandwagon too!
    What a sweet tribute, JC.

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    1. ahha ahem. yes.. victim tonking.. we lure them in, low bet for a while til they bite, then up the bet. rosie cleans house!!

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  5. See...that's the part of Tonking I don't know yet....I'm not sure I want to subject myself to the learning curve!

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