May 17, 2000

To sleep...



Here are a few of my favorite online haunts:
[This is the site I visit to fantasize about living in Toronto again, which is almost every single day during the winter]

Jonathan Cainer's Zodiac Forecasts
[This is where I visit in the morning, when I need a positive spin on things past, present and future.]

Living Local
[This is where I go to see what Canadians are up to, sometimes I even buy things from the businesses listed there.]

Environment Canada Weather
[This is the site I visit every morning, and before every road trip during the winter]

•In my dreams, I have a deep melodious voice that rises in song from the depths of joy and despair. I pass through the days of my life like a wind through the trees, in a state of grace, without an audience, seeking always the spaces in between, caressing the boundaries of endless passage. In my dreams I am.

•They asked the class to tell what place they would most like to visit. She told them the place she liked best was her dreams.
"Why?" they asked.
"Because I can do anything in my dreams," she replied.

•I dreamt he was alive. He sat at a table, a tall cup of cappuccino on a saucer in front of him. It was nearly empty. A lazy smoke curled up from the cigarette held absently as he watched the pedestrian traffic. He did not see me at first, as if he did not expect me to be there. I walked up to the table slowly, watching him watch, and stood there waiting. Sensing a presence, he looked up at me. Then he smiled. That was all. He smiled.

•The letter came in a thin white envelope, addressed to me at the University. They wondered, it said, if I would be so kind as to send a copy of my writing to be held at the Library of Congress. It lies there still, written in the days before gravity. It was a dream.

•There were eight short steps of the stairs to the single room above. The room with the bed and three windows. The bed stood under the largest window, facing east to catch the morning sun. He knew I would be there. I knew he had been there. The petals of red roses covered the place where I had lain. I have them still.

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Dogwood by Maggie Turner


Page by Page: A Woman's Journal
by Maggie Turner

Canadian Maggie Turner writes and publishes poetry, photography, and a personal journal online. Her work reflects the current way of life in Canada, embracing Canada's past, present, and future in a unique portrayal of everyday life. Maggie's voice is one of the many that actively depict the rich diversity of Canadian culture.

Photography: "a term which comes from the Greek words photos (light) and graphos (drawing). A photograph is made with a camera by exposing film to light in order to create a negative. The negative is then used in the darkroom to print a photograph (positive) onto light-sensitive paper.
Source: University of Arizona Glossary

Poetry: "a form of speech or writing that harmonizes the music of its language with its subject. To read a great poem is to bring out the perfect marriage of its sound and thought in a silent or voiced performance. At least from the time of Aristotle's Poetics, drama was conceived of as a species of poetry."
Source: Creative Studios

Journal: " "Though a journal may be many things - a treasury, a storehouse, a jewelry box, a laboratory, a drafting board, a collector's cabinet, a snapshot album, a history, a travelogue..., a letter to oneself - it has some definable characteristics. It is a record, an entry-book, kept regularly, though not necessarily daily.... Some (entries) will be nearly illegible, written in the dark in the middle of the night.... Not only is it a record for oneself, but of oneself. Every memorable journal, any successful journal, is honest. Nothing sham, phony, false...." (Dorothy Lambert from Ken Macrorie's book, Writing to be Read )
A journal is a way to keep track of your thoughts about what you read... as well as what you did on any given day."
Source: Journal Writing

A Blog is an online journal created by server side software, often hosted by a commercial interest.

"The term "weblog" was coined by Jorn Barger[4] on 17 December 1997. The short form, "blog," was coined by Peter Merholz, who jokingly broke the word weblog into the phrase we blog in the sidebar of his blog in April or May 1999.[5][6][7] Shortly thereafter, Evan Williams at Pyra Labs used "blog" as both a noun and verb ("to blog," meaning "to edit one's weblog or to post to one's weblog") and devised the term "blogger" in connection with Pyra Labs' Blogger product, leading to the popularization of the terms."

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