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!

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Names

We raised horses.  Dam and sire names go together to allow horsemen to track family lines. Before we knew my daughter's gender the baby was a Shonn (SHaron and JON.) The 'n' was doubled to signify a  change from the expected long 'o' into the schwa sound. When she was born the 'a' was added to indicate a girl. I have since seen it Shawnna, Seana, and many other spellings.  Once, we found the spelling exactly like hers on a broadcaster from Florida.  But, it was original with us.
We knew early on that my son would be a boy. So, he was Josh,  (JOn and SHaron). We had worked very hard to get pregnant and after a trip to India had been successful.  We had gone to see our best friend, Rajan Rajhaven, marry his arranged bride. We came back pregnant thanks to a temple in Southern India (or so the natives believed). Over time, Josh began to feel religious (Joshua, old testament) and I was rethinking it. One day, we were driving along and fiddling with the name once again. Rajan seemed right. We had to get permission from Rajan Rajhaven's parents. They were touched, honored, and approving. Seemed right! (ShARon and JoN). And, that's the story of the names....
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  1. reeseApril 14, 2012 at 8:49 PM

    Sharon...
    Love your way of thinking! So clever you are!!!

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