June 13, 2002

The Point



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]

Summer weather has at last arrived. There are many things I enjoy about this time of year; an open window being very high on my list. To lie peacefully awaiting sleep, listening to forest sounds, is one of life's great pleasures. To be lost in a book, and gently brought back to this world by the delicate clamor of raindrops abandoning themselves to gravity, brings peace to the soul. One is reminded that there is an order in the world that we cannot master. An order we cannot fully understand. How wonderful to know that human frailty is not the dominant force in the universe.

Attila, although he is working six days a week, is home most evenings in time for a relaxing bath, a good meal, and an evening of small activities and conversations. We are enjoying this life, and feel as rich as anyone, despite our less-than-ideal but better-than-most-other-humans-on-earth financial situation.

I feel a true sadness for people who measure their lives by means of money, power, or status; they are altogether missing the experience and wonder of being here. I see no reason to attempt to relieve these people of their folly. We each come to this world and make our way through a series of choices. It is true that for most, none of the choices offered can lead to social or financial success. It is also true that for all, there is a choice to explore, accept, and love oneself.

On Saturday last, our neighbourhood had a yard sale. Each of us displayed our wares on lawns and driveways. We waved and shouted greetings to one another throughout the morning; a carnival like atmosphere prevailed. Hundreds of strangers perused our arrayed goods. Automobiles came and went in a steady stream.

I must confess to possibly being the worst salesperson in the world. I have a compulsion to give things away. The spirit of fair exchange escapes me. It does not help that what I am attempting to sell are goods that I no longer want or need. At the end of the day my total profit was $2.10 and would have been much less if one of my customers had not insisted on paying more than I had asked!

The unfortunate aspect of such an event is that I usually acquire more than I peddle. True to form, at the end of the day I had a box full of "new" used goods, far more than I had sold. Happily, Luna and Janus will receive most of the items, and some will go to Auntie Mame. However, I did procure two excellent baking dishes to add to AttilaŽs kitchen equipment.

On Sunday last, Attila and I leisurely enjoyed a late breakfast, then hopped into our little green car and made our way to visit Luna and Janus. In one week they have accomplished much and are settling in to their new home very nicely. Attila brought along his gardening tools and we all spent a pleasant afternoon pruning and weeding. Their yard is lovely, but had been neglected for several years.

During the afternoon, I found myself staring at Luna. I am as amazed now by the wonder of her, as I was the day she was born. When she was a baby, I could be found staring at her as she slept, watching her as she played, fascinated. She is an affirmation of my involvement with life.

At the end of the day Janus fired up the BBQ and grilled "burgers and dogs" to perfection for our dinner. Later in the evening, we drove away, waving our good-byes. Janus waved from the top of a ladder where he was installing a satellite dish. Luna waved from her station outside the family room window, where she stood to report his progress in pointing the dish in just the right direction. Direction is what they share.

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Worldly Distractions

Abstract Cornflower
Natural Patterns

By the Easy Chair
Georgia O'Keefe
by Roxana Robinson
(Just finishing this book, I have been reading it for two years!)

On the Screen
The Cider House Rules
starring Michael Caine

12:58 EDT
Temp: 18`C
Humidity: 77%
Wind: E 11 km/h
Barometric:101.2 kPa

Sunrise 5:44 AM EDT
Sunset 9:04 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 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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