March 21, 2007

Sun and Rain



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]

Some years spring can surprise you. Not that it sneaks up on you, because something your waiting for with such great anticipation cannot exactly sneak up on you without you knowing it. No, it surprises you because you are watching for it, waiting for it as if your life depended on it. The surprise is how good it feels when it finally arrives. That is something I have never been fully prepared for, that touch-of-god feeling that comes unbidden when the icy winds and white carpets from the north depart and the sun sinks its teeth into the soil.

This morning marks the first day of spring.

We slept deeply last night, as we always do when the bubble of warmth we call our house is cool but not frigid. When I pulled back the covers, swung my legs over the side of the bed and shoved my feet into my slippers, the full impact of eleven degrees Celsius hit all the nerve endings in my toes and shocked the tender flesh of my instep. Perfect for sleeping, and for wakening.

Our morning fire roared this morning, and within thirty minutes the thermometer read eighteen degrees, a very comfortable temperature. After enjoying our coffee, and of course Attila enjoyed his snooze in front of the fire, we moved on with the day.

This morning is bright and brittle. It is minus eleven degrees.

My seat at the computer affords me a view of the entire living area of the house. As I turn my head I can take in the dining area, then the kitchen, then the fireplace and finally the big window and sliding door that lead to the deck. The sun is coming in low from the south and north east windows. It penetrates to the back corners of this small living space. There is no place on earth I would rather be at this moment.

By this afternoon the clouds will blanket the landscape and rain will fall. The temperature will rise above freezing, and the white landscape will begin to melt. It promises to be a day of extreme and sudden transition.

In a few moments I will rise from my seat, pull my wooly hat over my head, wrap my scarf around my neck, slip into my parka and winter boots and strike out into the frigid morning to enjoy the parting beauty of a long, long winter.

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Worldly Distractions

Spring sunshine on the sideboard.

By the Easy Chair
Red River
by Lalita Tademy
(The first part of this book is a graphic description of an actual massacre. My own experiences with violence are burned into the flesh of my existence. So, although I respect and affirm the telling, I cannot read without a broken heart. I read the first section of the book by first-sentence-of-paragraph-only. The second part of the book deals with surviving, and that I can read, every word, with hope and pleasure.)

Temp -8°C
Press 103.5 kPa
Visibility 15 km
Humidity 62 %
Wind Chill -16
Wind SE 21 km/h

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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