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!

Thursday, April 5, 2012

I'm awake

Yeah, I'm awake and alert for the first time in how many hours?   Since five yesterday?  Is today Friday?

I went to sleep in my clothes.  I do not recommend wearing 18 hour bras for more than 18 hours.   Oh no. I don't.  They are crossing more than my heart.   I slept in my shoes too.  I just went down and stayed down.  All through the news, the tv shows my hubby kept watching, the news again.  Not even a hope of getting up and getting ready for bed.

Just deep soothing relaxing sleep.  On muffin crumbs.  I do not recommend eating muffins in bed either.

No shower before bed, no shower this morning yet.  I'm not really up to peeling off these twisted slept in clothes.  

I am after all dressed!

What did I miss?
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2 comments:

  1. reeseApril 5, 2012 at 7:03 AM

    Rosie...
    You missed us....and we missed you!
    High stakes victim tonking really wears a person down...so I'm told!
    Glad you slept well.
    Reese

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  2. SharonApril 6, 2012 at 2:11 PM

    Hey Rosie...I just did a marathon of awake! Isn't it great? No schedules to pull you out of deep sleep, and no schedules to force me to turn in....Two sides of that coin! Love it!

    I need to learn all about the Victim Tonking! My sister wants to restart her Tonk Night club with playing cards! How quaint! I'll join and put the Rosie squeeze on 'em!

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