Forever Young: 02/23/12

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, February 23, 2012

{[ Happy ]}

I've never felt so good..until today.

alone:

"You are the last surviving member of the human race. What do you do?"

I would miss my family, friends…
and journalists…Their writings have done so much for me. Some happy notes & some not. There is laughter and there are tears. I would have memories…

Now to survive:

I am a lover of animals. I would be like Noah and gather 2 of each animal. Yup, that’s what I would do.

I would have my own little family.

I would teach birds to talk…then I could have a conversation with them.

I really do hope if this would ever happen to me, I would not be stuck in freezing, icy, snowy unpredictable Wisconsin. I want to be somewhere warm. Not too hot and not too cold.

Just right…like in the Three Bears Book. Mhm….you got it!

I was once told it is:

Ok to talk to yourself,

Ok to answer yourself

But not ok to interrupt yourself…

Men in their white coats would come and take me away!

Hey, wait a minute…there are no other peoples to take me away.

Hyena’s laugh…

Birds talk…

Cats purr

Dogs protect…

Fish relieve stress…

Horses can be ridden…

Dolphins swim with you…

Monkeys…they’re almost human…

As long as I would still have living creatures among me…

I think I would survive…for how long? --- I’m not sure.

I’d have to be a vegetarian since I would not be able to kill and eat an animal. Heck, I scoop up spiders in my house and release them outside.

*****I hope that whatever took everyone else’s lives also took all of my illnesses away.

I.....LLL

I…..LLL

February 22, 2012

What a day! I was up kind of early this morning. Starting the day with the usual…aches & pains. I was not able to get out of bed on my own. My right leg hurt, my left shoulder hurt, I ached all over. I relieved my bladder and sat in my lift chair. I reach over slowly and grinding teeth with movements to slide my laptop within reach. I turn on my laptop in hopes of finding Rosie or JC on to let them know that I won’t be on much because of the pain I was experiencing and not knowing if it will worsen or ease up. Oh good, there’s JC’s name…click and then the normal messaging starts in with morning, how are you, etc… I say to JC, “you’re up early today” and he responds back with “had to let the dogs out”. Oh…ok…small talk…

Then Rosie comes on and if you read her writing for the morning, she didn’t leave much out. It was a fantastic day! What a farewell to Jzai. He was not a friend of mine, but I did play against him in pool a couple of times. Very nice person. Well, anyways, Rosie didn’t explain that in order to voice talk you needed headphones or earplugs. I asked if my ear things would work from my i-pod. Rosie says “yes, get them”. I got my i-pod and unplugged the earplugs. I try pushing them in one open spot on the side of my laptop. Rosie keeps asking “Reese, are you on…I can’t hear you. I could hear them but my microphone wasn’t working right so they couldn’t hear me. Well, then miss Rosie says, “did you plug them in”?...That was a huge LOL on my end. I may not be the brightest color in the crayon box but I do know that they aren’t going to work sitting loose on my tray all coiled up like a dead rattlesnake.

Rosie keeps inviting friends to Father McLovin’s Confessional. What a riot!

Two sins for the price of one…

This was one special day! A day to always be remembered. Farewell to Jzai and hearing people’s voices for the first time. Mhm…a day to remember!

I..... LIVED

I..... LAUGHED

I..... LOVED ………………………………………..EVERY MINUTE OF IT!

Hey…my pain eased up!