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!

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

thank you rosie.

the future does not exist.
neither does the past.
it's all a figment of our imagination.

there is only now.
and now is shaped by yesterday.
and now is what shapes tomorrow.

why do we make plans when what will happen.. is so unsure?
is it..
hope?
fear?
denial?
optimism?
a need for purpose?

i suppose we need purpose. 
my purpose..  to be..  happy
to continue now into tomorrow
because my now.. in this beautiful moment.. is.. perfect.

so future is purpose.  why can't i see it?  imagine it?  does this mean i really have no purpose? haha!!

it is so difficult for me to envision the future.  it always has been difficult for me.  even as happy as i am.. i cannot imagine what 5 years from now will be..  let alone a week!

i look to my dad.  i see him and i see myself..  that is real.  i seem to need something physical to make the future come to life.. so i picture myself with white hair.. and a little wrinkly.. and i laugh.  i still cannot imagine it!  do i even have an imagination?   

i look at my beautiful wife.  she will never change in my eyes.  she will always be as beautiful as the day i met her.  so does this mean i will forever hang on to the past? 

with so much uncertainty..
my god.. so much uncertainty.. i boldly step forward! 
i am such a changed man.



thank you rosie.
 

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