Thursday
April 19, 2007

Sunny Disposition

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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]

My daily horoscope tells me that I have: "strong needs that simply cannot be fulfilled no matter how helpfully the sky smiles on you". This rings true. What I need is that which humans of conscience need, to live in a just society where individuals are valued and allowed to reach their potential. I need society to be something I want to belong to. I may need this more intensely than some members of the human race, but not as intensely as others. Those without conscience or consciousness seem not to experience this need, nor do they feel inclined to tolerate that it be met in any significant way.

I am resigned that this strong need, that I feel so deeply and intensely, simply cannot be fulfilled. For today. Tomorrow who knows?

That the sky is smiling on me also rings true.

Yesterday was a tonic. The temperature rose to 15 degrees centigrade. The sun shone. I donned my very ugly big blue hat and sat on a chair, on the deck, in the sun. It did not take long for the effects of spring to penetrate my frozen psyche. I began to thaw and experience joy. Everything around me suddenly blazed into bright focus. Colour, shape and perspective became fluid and pulsing with life. Sky, clouds, pine needles blowing in the breeze, the freckles on my arm, all these things, and much more, appeared miraculously beautiful.

This morning, as I gazed out the window, munching happily on my toast, my eye caught movement throught the trees, on the road in front of the house. Two beautiful healthy deer meandered into sight and moved gracefully down the road towards the bush.

Wonder is a timeless, ageless experience. It hasn’t changed since first memory. I never tire of it.

Our domestic existence has evolved into spring activities. Attila has determined that the wood from the deck that was sheared off the house this spring is not suitable for supporting stacked firewood. Yesterday he burned half the rotting wood, and will attempt to burn the rest this evening. He wants to accomplish this immediately, while everything is still damp from the retreating snow, to avoid any danger of losing control of the fire.

This morning was the first since November 2006, that we did not have a morning fire. Tomorrow we will need one, as the temperatures are still dropping to near zero degrees at night and some heat is needed to maintain comfort. Attila and I repositioned our easy chairs to face the east window and the rising sun, and so we watched the sunrise as we sipped our morning coffee.

Actually, the sun is shining brightly out there, and I am heading for my ugly blue hat and the door!



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Clear
Wind E 15 km/h
Gusts  
Rel Humidity 41%
Dewpoint -1°C
Pressure 101.98 kPa 
Visibility 14 km
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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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