May 5, 2010

Waking Up



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 air is scented with life! My windows are thrown open and the fragrance of growing things drifts around me, sweet in the air. Bliss.

Waking up in the morning is always a good thing. It isn't always pleasant, some days are better than others, but it is always welcome.

I have no work scheduled, none at all. I"ve decided that the best course of action is to meditate and ask the universe to at least allow me to stop worrying about all those bill payments that may or may not be made in the future. I've tried, really tried to work. My efforts have proved ineffective for decades; ever since I left the academy. It isn't for lack of trying, or lack of education, experience and qualifications that I have found no reliable source of income. I don't know if it is a sign of the times or a sign of being a woman of a certain age. Impossible to tell. However, whatever the reasons, they are completely beyond my control. Apparently I have retired without a pension. Don't be envious, anyone can do this.

The leaves have unfurled on the trees, and the shade of the forest canopy deepens day by day. In our small flower garden we have periwinkle and narcissus and daffodils and tulips. We have had mostly sunshiny days this spring, with enough rain to keep things growing and green.

Attila continues to build a fire in the masonry heater every third day. We do not need the heat at this point, but the masonry heater must be kept charged in case we need it again during May. By the end of May we will cease to fire it.

The genealogy project has slowed down. Most of the truly difficult work has been accomplished. The basic family configurations have been recorded, some of the mysteries solved and now what remains is to confirm, in as much as is possible, the data with Census and Vital Records. This is slow work, as one follows the myriad of root tendrils that have been laid down in North American soil by generation after generation of descendants.

My favorite part of the whole process is discovering the people who lived in my Grandparents community. Many of the names are familiar, many of the people a part of my childhood memories. I love to connect people to my experiences and the stories I heard as a child.

We have planned a family get together for the weekend. My Mom, siblings, children and their husbands, nephews and partners, nieces and partners, grandchildren, grandnephew and grandniece plan on joining us. The family is traveling substantial distances to get here, from all over Ontario. I love having a house full of people, all the better that they are people I love!

Attila and I have enjoyed planning the food for the event. I have my chemical allergy, Mom is lactose intolerant, Imp gags on things like raisins. It takes some care to plan a meal that can be enjoyed by all. We have planned enough variety so as to accommodate all sorts of dietary restrictions and choices.

We are spring cleaning. Slowly reorganizing our belongings, discarding some things (not many things!) and bringing other things out for use during the snowless seasons.

I am hoping to manage a small vegetable garden on the deck this summer, it is the only sunny spot on the property as we live in the forest. The other issue with a ground level garden is the animal population, there isn't much one can grow that does not attract local wildlife.

The days are passing by peaceably and pleasantly.

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Worldly Distractions

Yellow Tulip with curled petal tips
Petals with fingers that beckon into the colour,
back to the center of beauty, the mother.

Who Knows Where the Time Goes
Nanci Griffith

On The Screen
Jeeves and Wooster
Starring Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie

By The Easy Chair
Pigs in Heaven
by Barbara Kingsolver

"We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us."
Joseph Campbell

11 C
Condition: Sunny
Pressure: 100.9 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: 11.0C
Dewpoint: 8.2C
Humidity: 83 %
Wind: SE 15 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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