Thursday, May 30, 2013

Lars and Theo have an adventure

Lars and Theo, the dynamic feline duo, got to spend some time outside under the great blue sky. Lars scouted the parameter of the yard; Theo chased butterflies in the grass.

And then. Theo spotted another. He was huge and covered in shaggy, dark fur. He was in the next yard and he was staring right at Theo. Theo arched, puffed, and stood his ground. The great expanse of fluffy grass with bugs and smells and joy was his and he was not going to let some brute beast (presumably with terrible breath) intrude.

Theo and the big beast bristled and stared. When the beast could wait no longer, he bounded towards the small orange cat. Theo, full of instinct and thrill, suddenly found himself in a precarious new situation.
It all happened so fast. He was stretched and uncomfortable, but he was safe.

Lars didn't want to take his chances on the ground either and quickly followed suit, finding shelter nearby.

The beast's human came outside and apologized. We quickly dismissed the apologies, chuckling at the predicament. The boys cried while we waved and snapped pictures. The first time chased up a tree by a dog deserves to be documented, of course.

When the offending threat was back inside, Lars was the first to head south.

Theo needed some more coaxing.

And then, just like that, both boys were back on the ground and the area was reclaimed.

All without a firetruck ladder and daring rescue. We'll save that for another adventure.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

confessions of a bookworm

I haven't been writing much. I guess I needed to clear some space in my head and let others do the talking for a while, as evidenced below.

Oh heyyyy excessive YA novels. Let's just say I have been curled up many a'night on the couch in the last two months. Don't worry, I didn't read all of these in two months. Just eight of them. Yeahhh.

It started with my flight to New York in March. I needed a book to read so I grabbed Divergent on a whim from Target. I know that these dystopian novels are just "so trendy right now" (please read in a snooty voice) but I am fully on board with this trend, hook line and sinker. It started with the Uglies series when I was in high school. Then along came Hunger Games (OBVI), the Matched series, and Enders Game (one of the original dystopian novels that they are now likely ruining with a blockbuster movie).

Once I read Divergent, I got myself a library card because why buy books when I can get them for free, yo? As much as I love my full bookcase, I hate the thought of collecting all these books to only read them once or twice. My library card is now has a special place in the front pocket of my wallet along with my driver's licence and debit card. The privilege!

I think my library card definitely fueled my obsession. All of sudden, I could check out three books at once and greedily devour them... for free.

My feast:

1 >>> Divergent and Insurgent by Veronica Roth. ***
Honestly, the plot is kind of cheesy and I could never get past that. The utopian society was too stereotyped and I never felt completely absorbed in the story. Nevertheless, a fast plot and decent characters. The 2nd book got better and I will probably still read the 3rd when it comes out.

2 >>> Pulse by Patrick Carman. ***
This was the only book I hadn't found on Amazon first and saved to my list so I had no expectations. The plot took much too long to get to the point, but the ending has some good surprises. Not sure if I will follow along with this series or not.

3 >>> Enclave and Outpost by Ann Aguirre *****
You guyssss. If you read any of these books, PLEASE MAKE IT THIS SERIES. I have begging and pleading with my all of my friends and acquaintances and anyone around me who breathes to read this. Bethany told me yesterday she started Enclave and it brought me so much joy that I wished she lived closer so I could make her some cupcakes. Did I just promise cupcakes to anyone who reads this? Yes, I think so. The plot is so, so good and I fell madly in love with the characters (and perfect after my recent NY trip!). I would wake up in the morning and think about them. Miss them when I wasn't reading. Cry and laugh and tremble in fear with them. THAT is a good book. When I finished these two books I couldn't start reading again for a couple weeks because I wanted to savor the story and starting another book felt like cheating on Deuce and Fade and Stalker. I didn't title this post confessions of a bookworm for nothing, ya know.

4 >>> The Fault of Our Stars by John Green *****
When I started getting the itch to read again after Outpost but still couldn't bear to start another dystopian novel, I read this one. It's a modern day love story, mixed together with adolescence and cancer. Since I said cancer, no one is going to be surprised when I say keep a box of tissues nearby. I think I cried through the entire last third of the book, covering my face with the book so Jason wouldn't ask what was wrong. It's poignant and funny and beautiful. Read it.

5 >>> Under the Never Sky and Through the Ever Night by Veronica Rossi ****
When I was finally ready to get back into a wrecked Utopia survival story, I read these two. Partly because Under the Never Sky was about to expire from the library and I had already renewed it once and felt bad about all the other preteens on the waiting list. Look, you will get side eyes from the elderly librarian lady who checks your book out when you get this. Yes, ma'am, I am nearly 25 years old but reading a book whose cover is a handsome young man with a partially un-buttoned shirt in front of dramatic swirls of light (who by the way looks nothingggg like how I imagined Perry). Once you get past the cheesy covers, this series is really good! Not five star because I never felt the amount of emotion I did from Ms. Auirre's books, but the plot is fast, unique, and interesting. And the characters are pretty great.

6 >>> Next up on my list: Daughters of Smoke and Bone, Reached, and Delirium. Do you have any good books to share? I would love nothing more.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

changing seasons



Growing up in Arizona, we had some semblance of seasons but nothing compared to the Midwest. I've now seen all four: summer's sticky glow, the explosion of autumn fireworks, winter's steadfast bite, and the springtime flutter of new. 

God has now firmly planted me in this place where I am constantly reminded of the transitions of life. I've been pondering this lately. How the seasons, in their perpetual cycle of change, are still tethered to a rhythm year after year. The Creator's weaving together of consistency and change. 

It's the strangest thing to me: I fear the rhythm, and yet I also fear disrupting the rhythm. Daily life can feel dull and constrictive – the repetition of day and night and night and day. Jobs, chores, obligations. Weekdays, weekends. Putting my head on the same pillow each night and waking up on the same pillow each morning. Nothing inherently bad, but at times defeating on repeat. 

And yet. And yet, when something threatens my daily rhythm – that rhythm that feels like an slowly growing tightness in my throat – my body instantly sets off alarms. I panic and prickle with fear. My senses throw me into tunnel vision and all I can think about is the Change. The Change becomes this constant companion, this hill that seems to be pulling me downward, this expanding balloon in my mind.

Slow to adapt to change. Jason's answer when asked on a reference form about my weaknesses. Seeing it written out like that gives me no room to hide from the fact. Has it ever been spelled out to me like that before? I think I have known this for a long time, but lately how it has settled in among my bones. Among my muscles and sinews and joints runs this vein of pulsing fear, fueled by the simple, unavoidable turn of life.

Fear that nothing will change, and fear that everything will change.
Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.
Matthew 6:25-33
I have a feeling at some level, I will always be a slow adapter to change. Those words will always quicken my pulse and uncomfortably tug at my heart. I'm determined to speed up my adaption process, but today the Spirit is gently reminding me that only by seeking Him will I ever find any true peace.

Sunday, May 5, 2013

A city in motion


NYC '13 from Emily Lunt on Vimeo.

It's been a while since I went to New York - almost two months! But I finally got together a video of the random clips we took while there. So glad I can have these little snippets to always remind me of a really grand and poignant week in my life.

The energy and motion of the city was exhilarating. I kind of loved the subways, as dark and dirty as they were. In most places, public transportation unfortunately separates those with money and those without. But being in NY, it is a necessary way of life and you could find just about anybody on the train. Down there in the tunnels, it felt like equal ground.