There’s a storm a brewin’ August 23, 2008

Well, there was one brewing…

Monsoon season in AZ has struck… and this little Native San Diegan was awe struck at some of the weather patterns…

The microburst

An Arizona Storm

It was an interesting, beautiful and slightly scary thing… As right over the house was clear… But less than 200 yards away was pouring rain and high winds. The burst never hit the house – but friends and neighbors sustained damages.

In other news, I’ve been so busy with everything else, I’ve had little time to update my little blog… poor neglected baby!

Strange things are afoot in the land of the Gunchick! And since I know all too well who reads these pages on a regular basis, I’ll keep my ever-lovin’ trap shut on them for now!

Suffice to say – thar’s changes a-brewin’! An’ m’thinks they’re for the good.

Meanwhile life has gotten interesting… very, very interesting…

Next happy note: On Halloween weekend – I get to go deer hunting!!!! Yeah!!!! Weeeeheeee! I got drawn for primo country for any antlered deer. Ask me if I’m doing cartwheels? Oh yeah!

That’s it for this update… I’ve got several wonderful bloggy posts running around in my head… I just haven’t had the time to develop them into coherent thought… and my free time lately has been taken up with them thar changes.

Stay tuned for more!

Things in my lap… August 3, 2008

On my list of things to get done today – download and ’shop the pics from the kids’ visit.

As usual – I took a ton of pics, deleted a few on the fly and figured I’d deal with the rest when the time came. So, part of my morning has been spent going through them…

And I found this one.. we were all sitting on the couch (dog included obviously) and being silly…

Unfortunately – times like this don’t hold still for focusing the camera (and stupid me had left it on manual after taking some nice outdoor portrait type shots…)

Blur aside… I love it!

The boy and the dog...

A moment outside of time and place August 2, 2008

I’ve been trying to blog more often, trying to keep my little space updated with current thoughts, stories, etc. But it’s been hard.

I haven’t had the time to do as much surfing and reading as I used to, so haven’t found much inspiration for topics to write about. It’s left me feeling stale, and the writing came forced. Which for me is weird, since writing has always been a joy, a release.

Maybe I just didn’t have anything to say? Or anything to release? Who knows.

My usual sarcasm, while still there, has been far less prosaic, and more prone to pithiness.

I try to journal as much as possible – and usually my blog posts are an offshoot, if not outright copy, of my journal thoughts. Lately, my journal entries have taken a decidedly different turn.

Pithy observations and commentary have given way to free form verse…

I’ve always been rather secretive with such personal works, sharing them infrequently. Though I will freely write opinion and humor, shaking off criticisms like a duck sheds water, when I wax poetic, or even prosaicly poetic, I become far more shy. It’s these works that lay bare the soul, displaying raw emotions and where criticism stings most. And so, I’ve kept most of this form very private.

A few select pieces, distant enough from the emotions and passions that wrought them, have been submitted (and yes, published) in various places. The works of my youth have been lost to many moves, and perhaps that’s a good thing – labored, painful things expressing teenage angst.

And it occurs to me, I stopped writing anything even remotely poetic when I married… What passions stirred were such they couldn’t be voiced, even in private verse – and so were kept under self-censorship. When the only expressions accepted are those that focus on the divine, and when your own expressions would be considered profane, even blasphemous, it’s wise to simply not write.

Two years have passed, and slowly the restraints have fallen away – I’m finally allowing that part of me to come out from its hiding place, starved and thirsty, pitiful and aching. And thus have been my thoughts:

I feel like one just waking from a long sleep, when the cobwebs of dreams have not yet cleared and the morning light seems soft and surreal. When the worlds of reality and dreams collide and dreams become real, and reality itself seems but a shadow.

In that moment, it seems possible to reach out and take hold of the stars themselves, to make fabric of moonlight and sunbeams, to hold the very heavens in the palm of your hand.

A moment, outside of time and place.