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May 29, 2005

An Unusual Event

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Here are a few of my favorite online haunts:

REALTOR.ca
[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]

Attila and I seldom stray far from our happy home. In fact, since our move we have not attended one single social event, that's been over a year now. Until this weekend that is. I happened to see notice of an event being held in the city. Musicians I know and love would be playing. It is quite a drive, quite a commitment of time and resources, to attend an event in the city. But my heart was set upon it.

Attila arrived home from work tired and dirty. I announced cheerfully that I had plans for him, and urged him into a nice hot bath to ease the days tensions and wash away the toil.

He simply smiled and asked, "So, what's up?"

"A benefit concert," I replied. "The old crowd is having a benefit concert tonight and if I ever wanted to do anything in my life, I want to be at that concert. I want to see and hear the musicians who make a difference, feel the combined energy of genuine greatness coursing through the ether."

"I see." said Attila, "Well, we'd better get moving."

Bless his soul.

Many hours later we arrived in the city, found a parking spot and walked into the Hall. Then the quiet magic began. Each familiar face, voice, song, lit their own particular candle in my heart and mind, until I felt ablaze from within. And, as ever, new faces appeared in the celestial mix. Talent, raw and real, unspoiled by packaged success and artifice; everywhere there was talent.

And there was something else, something that defies description, something that can only be felt when true individuals gather and their energies are briefly joined. It is a rare and natural wonder of the world. It is something that cannot be planned, packaged, taught, bought, sold, promoted, analyzed or commercialized. In fact, it can only be perceived by those who suffer the agony of a highly developed sense of awareness.

I have never been able to sleep after contact with that indefinable something. It has always left me vibrating, with an intense internal energy that I can only describe as "life". The price is sleeplessness, and I gladly pay it.

At 1 a.m. we sat in our car on City Street. A passerby would have observed Attila and I huddled over a map, tracing lines by the dim light thrown over our shoulders by the globe on the ceiling.

Dawn found me still awake, the birds just beginning to stir beyond the open bedroom window. Attila lay snoring on my left, Mist on my right. A night of natural wonder.



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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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