May 12, 2001

Shadow and Light



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]

I woke before dawn this morning. Only a few birds were beginning to make the sounds of light. Sleeplessness is not an uncommon experience in my life. Insomnia has plagued and tormented me since I was a small child. It was not until I started to sleep in the same dwelling place as Attila that my sleeping patterns acquired a gentle and forgiving rhythm.

But these are times of change, and change brings restlessness. It is my good fortune that the current change is one of season. There is no catastrophe here; there is no crisis.

This change is one of bone and blood and spirit. This change is an arrival, and a parting. Maturity has waited patiently for many years and welcomes me now with open arms. My youth steps gracefully into the background, leaving me alone upon the stage of my life with an unwritten script.

Part of the process of moving forward is remembering and honoring the past, paying homage to the circular nature of existence.

This morning my mind journeyed to places in the past where I was not happy. From this distant present, there is compassion for the foolishness and misfortunes of my youth. Remembered are the closed doors, the glass walls, and the unsmiling smiles of the gatekeepers. So it was and perhaps it always will be, how much so depends upon the starting point, where you journey, and how stubbornly you hold to personal integrity.

I do not regret journeying to the great wall of civilization. The years spent searching for the doors of light were filled with wonder and despair. I journeyed the halls of wisdom as an unknown vessel and as such I was welcomed. I achieved and I succeeded by the standards set by man.

The door I sought was one of truth and enlightenment. I did not find it. What I found were humans who had risen above their fellows in glory, emperors with no clothes surrounded by attentive and silenced children.

My mentor offered me advice, thee said, "Don't trust anyone."

This I could not do, for it is in my heart that anything built on distrust is not worth having. I chose not to spend my days where trust is a mark of foolishness. I found myself unwilling to speak in audience-tailored sentences. Perhaps I am the fool, perhaps not; many believe it to be true.

My career ended suddenly. "Friendships" evaporated.

The world where I live now is full of children, loud, vociferous, laughing children of many ages and nationalities.

I trust them to be themselves; what else is truth?

I have added a new Gallery to my Photography pages. Have a look. I hope you will enjoy it, as it certainly was fun to create. You can find it here: Dogwood.

Top of Page

Worldly Distractions


By the Easy Chair
by James Joyce

Wind in trees and Attila in the kitchen.

4:22 PM DST
Temp: 11` C
Humidity: 62%
Wind: NW 17 mph
Barometric:102.1 kPa

Sunrise 6:04 AM DST
Sunset 8:36 PM DST

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."

Copyright 1999 - Today Maggie Turner
All rights reserved.

Privacy Policy

:: ::