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!

Monday, June 25, 2012

Don’t tempt me…



The 45 minute cookie…

I’m not going to go into a lot of detail on this one…
My closest friends know that I have never done recreational drugs of any sort…
And I have never said the F word…
These are 2 items I put on my Bucket List…maybe!

I was at a celebration one beautiful sunny Saturday afternoon…
A male species in his 40’s said he baked some cookies…
He said they are special cookies and will help my Rheumatoid Arthritis not be so painful…

A very small amount was broken off for taste…
I was told some of the ingredients were: peanut butter, heath bar, chocolate chips…and others!
Already it has my full attention…I am a chocoholic!

I held this piece of cookie in the palm of my hand…pondering back and forth in my mind…
Should I … shouldn’t I???
I walked around talking with people…cookie still cuffed away in my hand.

My granddaughter asks permission to color my nails…bright psychedelic pink…
I agreed to let her…remover will take it off…nothing permanent!
Grandma, I need your right hand…
I shuffle the cookie to my left palm…
Nails are delicately painted…
Grandma, I am ready for your left hand…
I shuffle the cookie back to my right hand so my left hand is free.
Grandma, what is in your hand…
Oh, just a part of a cookie…

I proceed to mingle some more…
All this time, this lonely piece of cookie is still loosely cuffed in my palm…
Chocolate is starting to heat up…

45 minutes later, I walk over to the baker and he holds out his hand…
I gently placed the cookie in his hand and said “I am not ready yet”…
He popped the cookie in his mouth and smiled…
No waste…

No pressure…was tempted…but not ready!!!




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3 comments:

  1. RosieJune 25, 2012 at 11:19 PM

    OMG OMG OMG . so funny! OMG OMG> holding on that piece of cookie.

    ROFLMAO.

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  2. reeseJune 25, 2012 at 11:43 PM

    Rosie...
    I knew you would like it!!!
    I still have these 2 items on my bucket list...
    Reese~

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  3. JCJune 26, 2012 at 12:53 AM

    adorable and wonderful. no waste ahhahahahah

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