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, April 22, 2012

Walk With Me

Reese always has the best word pictures and metaphors at her fingertips.   She is so clever. 

Keep pace with me.  Don't walk a few steps faster.     Walk WITH me. 

When we talk, take a turn, stop for breath.  Listen to what I have to say.   It's all about pace.   Don't formulate what you need to say before I am done talking.  Don't rush me.  I don't rush you.

 I try not to rush you.  I get excited.  I might talk a bit in your turn.  I just don't want to forget it.  oooh oooh.

But for the most part.  I'm listening.   I'm soaking it in.   Try to do the same for me. 

Say do you want to -------?    No don't do it  for me, I really want to know if you want to.  

Naw, not right now,  I'm cross.  I'm tired.  I don't want to pretend with you.    Squirm in my seat and suppress a yawn. 

We owe each other honesty.  Gentle, tender honesty smoothed on like butter.   I want you to find your pace, but I hope it matches mine, at least some of the time.  

Walk with me.



walk with me..


He speaks and the sound of His voice,
is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
and the melody that He gave to me
within my heart is ringing.
And He walks with me,
and He talks with me,
and He tells me I am His own;
and the joy we share as we tarry there,
none other has ever known.

my grandma's favorite hymn.. in the garden
*****
i am at odds
until now, i had wiped my hands clean of my brother
i havent made a move in one direction or the other concerning him
just kept on keepin' on
ignoring his existance
reminding my dad not to mention him in our conversations
if i dont think about him, i dont get mad or.. wistful

i am working on myself
and i need a lot of work
my thoughts drift back to him
i look in the mirror.. and i think
maybe

so the topic 'walk with me comes up'
and the only thing i can think of
is the only person i know.. who is missing a leg.
who has a stilted walk..
who's back is bent..
who's burden is loathsome..
my brother.

when we were kids
nothing kept him down
now.. even i cannot lift him up

his life is stilted and halting
i feel compassion
for the first time in years

and i ask myself.. am i ready to forgive him
am i ready to ask him to walk with me again
as brothers
as men

or is he the lost cause i have feared all along..
is he too far gone..
are we twins.. destined to walk.. alone?


Walk with me…

Come walk with me,
Side by Side-
If you’re 2 steps ahead,
Decrease your stride!

Come game with me,
We’ll keep the bet low-
My coins build up,
While yours seem to go!

Come talk with me,
And do be my friend-
We can laugh and we can cry,
A shoulder I can lend!

Come walk with me,
Side by Side-
If you’re 2 steps ahead,
I’ll increase my stride!

I’d walk a mile to be with my friends!!!
You say “how will this be possible? I would start out slow, step by step…sitting on grass & leaning up against trees when my legs will take me no more. It may take me a long long time, but I would walk that mile. I would finish it for my friends. I know they would do the same for me…so, come walk with me…

innocent looking draft

hi sharon.. its me, JC.. invading :D  ~grins


Rosie here.

So this is what sharon's mind looks like inside.  Wow it is floor to ceiling with memories! and doilies!




im back.. (JC)  ah.. nice n cozy in here.. ~ sits back and props up his feet.  oooo i fit so nicely juxtaposed between jacquard and juggernaut 


xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: You aren't in the J''s jc, she has you filed in the S's under smart ass

JCMcLovin [scamp ;)]: guess everyone has me pegged
JCMcLovin [scamp ;)]: :P
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: She has me pegged,  look at that effigy.
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: ouch.
JCMcLovin [scamp ;)]: oof
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: I've been pegged
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: ow ow

JCMcLovin [scamp ;)]: I HAVE TO PEE.. is there a bathroom up in here?
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: Reese, are you looking round Sharon's space?
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: I see you dusting.
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: JC use your camel back.
JCMcLovin [scamp ;)]: lifts his feet
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: We might need the liquid later.
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: it's a bit dry.

xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: Use the Eustachion tube. it drains i am told.
JCMcLovin [scamp ;)]: smh
JCMcLovin [scamp ;)]: lol
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: EW
JCMcLovin [scamp ;)]: i was thinking i could just leave the sink running..
JCMcLovin [scamp ;)]: :P
JCMcLovin [scamp ;)]: after i wash up

xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: Look at all the wonderful books up in here.   I got that one! and that one. and that one you are sitting on.
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: hand me that Doonsebury.
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: That one is rare.
JCMcLovin [scamp ;)]: here.. wow its heavy
JCMcLovin [scamp ;)]: i think i got it a little wet .. didnt dry my hands

xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: the humor is dry, it will be fine in a minute

xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: lol
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: REESE!!
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: oh gosh she's climbed down into sharon's subconscious.
JCMcLovin [scamp ;)]: lol
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: oh gawd.
JCMcLovin [scamp ;)]: i was considering exploring the ID :P
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: So anyway,  I wanted to leave Sharon a note letting her know we care for her.
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: the id.?
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: is it ID, superID and ego?
JCMcLovin [scamp ;)]: mhm
JCMcLovin [scamp ;)]: lol
ReeseMarie: i am laggin mega
JCMcLovin [scamp ;)]: aw
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: or is it the ID the KID AND THE sQUID.
JCMcLovin [scamp ;)]: grins
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: lagggin in Sharon's mind?
ReeseMarie: brb
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: or in chat here?
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: winks.
JCMcLovin [scamp ;)]: lol
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: it's id, ego and superego.
xlll Rosie lllx [Scamp]: another wink.
JCMcLovin [scamp ;)]: lol
http://www.dummies.com/how-to/content/understanding-the-id-ego-and-superego-in-psycholog.html

Happy trip Sharon.  Drive safely.


Reese here:
Have a safe trip Sharon...Enjoy your time with your family!!! Read you in a week!