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, June 14, 2012

The Dog Ate My Homework

Not Really.   But the cable went out last night in a storm, and was still out this morning when I woke up and now it's on, but omgpop says 502 Bad Gateway.  which is a good title for a book.

I blew off my dental appointment because I had been sneezing viciously the entire day before and was drugged and groggy.  First time I ever cancelled an appointment like that with no advance notice.   I've had to be late before, maybe once or twice in forty years of adulthood, but never just not be able to show up.  Is this a slippery slide I am on?

I went back to bed and let sleep fall over me.  I woke up about a half hour ago, at 5 pm.  The whole day, gone.  Son came in at two when he got home and checked on me, covering me up a bit more and gave me tiny gently rubs to my shoulder and forehead.   Then he took off into the sweet early summer afternoon, with his life rising up to be lived. 

Sokay. 
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