Archives for June 2006

The Clouds Know

Four days ago, after weeks of cloudless blue sky, I finally grew tired of the intense heat and asked the rain clouds to return to the land. It seems they heard me… Two days ago when I first saw the return of the clouds, I was so brilliantly happy, and relieved to see a possible end of the relentless bone dry days of summer. Then last night, the rain fell so hard on our ranch house, I couldn’t ignore the beautiful pounding raindrops splashing. I opened the sliding door and let the droplets try to invade the house and I chuckled. What a welcoming gift. So hopefully the monsoon weather stays around for the remainder of the summer.

It is the rain that brings strong memories of summer. It reminds me of the mysteries of life and why the unknown doesn’t always reveal it self to us. The unknown speaks loudly during an isolated active thunderstorm passing over the desert. As I’m traversing the Burr Trail, coming back from Lake Powell, The thunderclouds follow me all the way back to Boulder and Escalante. I camp out over by Bryce Canyon and listen to the rain and thunder claps in the middle of the night. The thunderclouds mix very well and supernaturally with the Colorado Plateau and its canyons. When you’re down in the confines of a deep canyon, a thunderclap echoes for miles and miles through boxy sandstone corridors, and it awakens the deepest appreciation for the quieter things in life.

The rain has returned to lovely Southern Utah, where the wind never sleeps, and the gnarly bushes and pines weave themselves into the endless sky. The clouds, they give shade, provide moisture, balance the heat, and make beautiful pictures for the landscape photographer. They give peace and tranquility in my corner of the world. The land I live in is timeless and cannot be squeezed into mere words. The clouds come as ancient visitors to the land. The rain, floods, and wind carve the timeless fabric of the land, into colorful badlands, vertical hoodoos, rocky gorges and canyons, and flowing muddy rivers like the Colorado.

So I’d thought to stop by the library and let you know my thankfulness…

Is Blogging Still the Thing?

Man, is it just me or are things kind of dying down in the blogging world? Some blogs I visit haven’t been getting as much attention as they used to. I don’t get as many travelers stopping through here any more, yet I’ve won some awards for my writing, and even a scholarship for a poem. It’s kind of nice though, because this space has become like a personal journal once more. I’m starting to write more material that I wouldn’t have mentioned otherwise. I’ve learned my lesson of posting articles to the more traffic-chocked collaborative weblogs, realizing that I don’t like getting the negative attention as much as I would the positive. More often then not, I’m writing in my composition notebook then West Desert Journal, because I have retained the introverted side to what I do, all along. Attention is not really what is important. What is important is sharing your thoughts, feelings, experiences with the larger world. Some lone drifter comes through here out of the wood work, looking for the off-beat. It’s like meeting some dusty traveler out from the sticks, or the hitch-hiker on the lonesome desert highway. When the rest of the world is bogged up in some fad, we have our little e-mail conversations, and enjoy a fresh conversation like ice cold lemonade on a hot summer day. When it comes down to the nuts and bolts, I write for the sake of writing, for therapuetic reasons, and to inspire those that care to read. My goal was to keep West Desert Journal around as long as I’m alive, however it may one day get a name change. But for now, everything is good.

So I wander, is it just me, or is the popularity of blogging fading?