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, July 8, 2012

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
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2 comments:

  1. RosieJuly 8, 2012 at 5:36 PM

    Life has seasons too. :) What I see here is a resting.

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  2. reeseJuly 8, 2012 at 9:20 PM

    JC...

    This writing is quite interesting!!!
    It expresses a little bit of each of us.
    We have all changed...like the seasons!
    OR
    None of us have changed, just the seasons have...
    Just keep wigglin them toes.....

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