Forever Young: happiness

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!

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

happiness

happiness is when you dont need for anything... want for anything
when you couldnt possibly think of another thing that could make you feel any better than you do in the moment when it occurs.

maybe happiness is a lie

no.. i knew happiness once.. intimately
wallowed in it like a pig in mud
didnt have a care in the world
just held on and rode the wave

happiness.. is fleeting

happiness is magic
but im no magician

happiness is
long brown hair in a loose braid down her back
swimming in my shirt
running down the hall
giggles and squeals
baxter at her heels
and me not far behind..

i knew happiness once.
i didnt take her for granted.

happiness is not something you can hold or keep.
but you can remember.