July 30, 2007

Light in the Night



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]

The shower, held for Terra by her mother-in-law to be, was a wonderful success. Terra looked lovely in a beautiful dress, and thoroughly enjoyed the experience. The gifts were lovely. The event was exquisitely planned; every detail was perfect and beautiful. This was my first meeting with Lares mother, after hearing wonderful things about her for more than five years.

I am glad that Terra is so happy.

I had about ten minutes one-on-two with Imp and Elf, before the grandbabies were once again swept into the warm and open arms of Terra and Luna’s young friends. The grandbabies are crawling now, and can climb the stairs. They are happy babies.

The drive was not so wonderful. It was very hot on the highway, where I spent almost six hours, round trip. Windows open, high speed traffic whizzing, exhaust fumes whipping around my head, I was sitting in the direct hot and blazing sun all the way there and all the way back. I am getting too old to manage these conditions with grace. I am totally exhausted today and will baby myself a wee bit until my inner resources renew themselves.

Towards the end of renewal, out I went for my daily walk this morning. This year the mosquitoes have died down admirably. Out the door before 8:00 A.M., I encountered only two determined deer flies, which met their end at my hand. The cool of night had not completely departed. The morning sun filtered down through the trees. Birds sang. Mist rose lazily from the water on the bay, curling slowly towards the sun. I love the morning. I have loved the morning everywhere I have lived, suburban, urban and rural.

I awoke at 2:30 A.M. this morning, and could not get back to sleep. I wandered into the living room and noticed the bright light behind the blinds. I opened up the slider and stepped out into the moonlit night. I have no idea how much time passed as I stood gazing at the full moon that hung just above the treetops. All was silent but for a few forest sounds, leaves rustling, branches falling. I felt so very alone, and at the same time, so very much a part of something beyond my experience.

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John Dryden
(1631 - 1700)

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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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