April 8, 2002

Occasions past and present.



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]

This morning the weather is mild and wet. I am in great hopes that winter has abandoned interest in our geography and will not return until success is guaranteed in November.

I sit watching the shiny wet baubles drop slowly from birch tree branches outside my window. At the same time similar watery drops move slowly down my cheeks as I watch the funeral of England's Queen Mother.

I am struck by her self-orchestrated funeral and by her choice of words to mark the occasion of her public passing. The words that, once heard, will remain with me, were a commentary by the Canadian press. It was said that she regarded her privilege of birth as allowing her to be the servant of the people she ruled rather than the master. Not a life I would have desired for myself, surely.

I did not know the Queen Mother or any member of the Royal Family. The source of my tears is a deep well of memory and longing. "God Save the Queen" sung in a one-room schoolhouse where a brightly sparkling Christmas tree stood in the corner of the room, and children sang with one voice fidgeting in anticipation. My grandfather upon his first glance at Princess Diana, giving a short snort and saying "A bit fat"; upon which my Grandmother shot him a look that rang through the room and silenced the entire family. The Royal family decorated many memorable occasions with people I cherished; people who are now lost to time.

The Queen Mother was a part of the known world of my childhood. My memories marched along to the steady measured steps of her pallbearers.

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Worldly Distractions

Vines Growing
Cascade of Time

On the Screen
The Funeral of The Queen Mother of England

18:57 EDT
Temp: 5`C
Humidity: 93%
Wind: NW 22 km/h
Barometric:102.3 kPaSunrise 6:52 AM EDT
Sunset 7:58 PM EDT

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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 Peterme.com 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."
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_blogging

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