Forever Young: July 2012

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, July 21, 2012

A Friend Unseen...

Daughter #2 said this reminded her of my journal friends!!!
She is so right!!!

Sunday, July 8, 2012

I got stuck in the sand today.

love's impetus..

how do you describe the beauty of movement that is.. woman

she is grace defined
even when she trips.. it is as if the jealous earth shifts to dance with her
as she swirls around me

i am envious of every little thing she touches
and every place her eyes land.. beyond my own
and i smile as i write these words..
in all their ridiculous honesty

we adore her
worship her
live to please her

this house has never smelled so good
felt so good
been so.. peaceful

this house was not.. home

she seems singularly harmonious
with vibrant energy
and calm

love resonates
and it is my favorite melody.

que sera sera

how do we wrestle with the changes in our lives
i wrestle with the question.. have i changed

i dont think i have

but there is a nearly audible shift in my environment
everything is smooth sailing in my life
except here.
i feel its precarious and rocky..

and im not sure exactly why.
and i cant help but feel i am the catalyst
that my momentum shifting in another direction
somehow halted this wonderful momentum and buzz of energy...
ha.. how egotistical to think this way..
especially when i know there have been life altering changes occuring elsewhere than in my life.

but

there is a shift in tone.
and i cant say i like it.

hmm.. oh well. que sera sera

it is summer and life is in full swing
so many things to do.. to pack into nice weather
until the cold comes and locks us indoors
i am busier than ever
my time divided

i havent changed
i have just grown and stretched my legs a little..
and
wiggled my toes :P

Saturday, July 7, 2012

ohio

trip to ohio was nice. was all excitement and buzz around the newlyweds. was fun the first day.. then i was ready to come home. Bianca and my sister did some shopping in Columbus and Cincy. dad and i caught up, did a little fishing. i took Bianca to the best ice cream place in ohio, Young's Dairy. wandered the bohemian paradise of Yellow Springs, home of Antioch College. did a little hiking in beautiful Glen Helen. chilled out in Ohio Caverns with my uncle as guide. then i took her to Cedar Point, the most romantic place.. in my opinion.. on earth.

now we are home.. and Bianca is all mine again. :)