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!

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Walk With Me

Reese always has the best word pictures and metaphors at her fingertips.   She is so clever. 

Keep pace with me.  Don't walk a few steps faster.     Walk WITH me. 

When we talk, take a turn, stop for breath.  Listen to what I have to say.   It's all about pace.   Don't formulate what you need to say before I am done talking.  Don't rush me.  I don't rush you.

 I try not to rush you.  I get excited.  I might talk a bit in your turn.  I just don't want to forget it.  oooh oooh.

But for the most part.  I'm listening.   I'm soaking it in.   Try to do the same for me. 

Say do you want to -------?    No don't do it  for me, I really want to know if you want to.  

Naw, not right now,  I'm cross.  I'm tired.  I don't want to pretend with you.    Squirm in my seat and suppress a yawn. 

We owe each other honesty.  Gentle, tender honesty smoothed on like butter.   I want you to find your pace, but I hope it matches mine, at least some of the time.  

Walk with me.



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  1. reeseApril 22, 2012 at 9:10 PM

    Rosie...
    I will walk with you any day, any time...all you have to do is say when!!! (and speak my lingo)
    You pretty much summed it up!!! Hurray!

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  2. JCApril 22, 2012 at 9:12 PM

    my mom was very wise. she once told me not to shout in an argument. if you want someone to listen.. you whisper.

    dunno why i felt the need to share that.. but maybe the quiet nature of this writing, makes me want to lean in and listen.

    ty rosie

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    1. RosieApril 22, 2012 at 9:14 PM

      ty for thinking the best of me.

      makes me want to write better.

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    2. JCApril 22, 2012 at 9:17 PM

      oh!!! me too! wow

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