tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88519337799899260952012-01-26T20:01:13.630-05:00Janet Jarrellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13688769363310247973noreply@blogger.comBlogger811100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851933779989926095.post-11348298709892155632012-01-26T20:01:00.000-05:002012-01-26T20:01:13.644-05:00

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COUNTY & QUINTE LIVING SUMMER 2011 By Janet Craig and Janet Jarrell Corkscrews Prince Edward County is Ontario’s newest wine region in Canada’s fast growing wine and viticulture industry. As the interest in everything to do with wine branches out, the connoisseur in us all strives to keep up. When a friend listed the new and different kinds of corkscrews now on the market, it was a

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A double ceremony recently held in Trenton Ontario meant for a full day of honour, respect and remembrance for our military personnel. To begin with, the repatriation ceremony of Canada’s 156th fallen soldier, Bombardier Karl Manning, made its way down the Highway of Heroes to CFB 8 Wing. Attendees included government officials such as the Governor General David Johnston, family members and the

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As you stroll in downtown at your own comfortable pace, take a break from your window-shopping, take a moment and look up and let your eyes explore the old façade of the buildings down here. The detailed architecture is a reminder of the history that these buildings hold. Every downtown core housed a Woolworths Five and Dime, a Kresge’s Department store or an S&R, and if you look close enough,

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When a fallen soldier returns home... After spending more than a decade living away from Ontario, living in BC, I decided to move my family back home - home for me anyways. We settled in the Quinte area and I slowly re-familiarized myself with the culture here. Soon after the move we planned a trip to Toronto. We headed West on the 401, and just after passing Trenton, we came to a bridge draped

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This summer, as the well known local poet Al Purdy would encourage, head to the country north of Belleville. In particular, head to the village of Stirling. As you travel through the main street, enjoy the local creamery, the quaint shops and the family run restaurants. This village has the familiar and comfortable feel of a small, busy well preserved town. At the heart of this lovely little

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Dear Emily, A mishmash of The Smiths and Eminem; I find you sexy, cheeky, a quirky little thing. Of the writers in attendance, you appear to be the youngest (I think), sitting at an honourable table amidst Lorna Crozier, Gil Anderson, Kim Echlin, Jeanette Lynes…to name a few – there you sit sporting a freakin' crazy ass tattoo on your right arm – your favourite lines of a Patrick Lane poem –

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Silence A directed stillness Simple experience Read in intervals of silent reflection Intensely there Silence With equal intensity not there Reflections from Meditations on Silence by Sister Wendy Beckett

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Without Further Ado I present H.D. Amaranth       I Am I blind alas, am I blind I too have followed her path, I too have bent at her feet, I too have wakened to pluck amaranth in the straight shaft, amaranth purple in the cup, scorched at the edge to white. Am I blind? am I the less ready for her sacrifice? am I less eager to give what she asks, she the shameless and radiant? Am I quite

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How we picture winter snow can be summed up in one word, quiet. The spring rain has ceased its patter, the summer birds are on holiday down south, and those rustling fall leaves are buried – all is reticent. When that blanket of snow covers the ground, the earth is tucked in for a long winters nap. Most of us live and work in busy cities or suburbs, our schedules rush us from one planned

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'Claire Notes' Photo courtesy Claire McNeilly copyright 2009 From the outside in, the stage was set for the annual school Christmas Concert. The auditorium was a stir of proud parents, grandparents and friends dressed for the season, excited as they came in from the first very timely snowfall of the winter. As the snow continued to fall lightly outside, the stage inside was aglow with the

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(This is being recalled from a very young mind...) When my father would begin telling a story from his childhood, he would begin with “When I was a little girl…” which would cause an uproar of high pitched objections from my sisters and myself. He would simply smile and continue on, as he now had our complete attention. I started this post at the beginning of November of this year when thoughts

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I started my run at lunch today a little slower than usual; it is getting colder out there. I told myself I needed a strategy to get moving. I searched through my IPOD for the selection of songs that have proven to make me run faster. Mentally, I knew I needed more. What to do? At the beginning of my run, I saw someone I have known since I was seventeen. I stopped to have a quick chat. It was

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I am beginning to abhor his e-mail, and now the phone when the call is made in transit from one place to another – neither leading to me. His voice is often laboured from the walking and his attention is anything but undivided. This cheats me.Once during an awkward call our voices, our breath, just lingered on the phone. He had called me at work which he knew limited me in my reactions, prevented

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This post digresses back to the Writersfest which I attended in Kingston, Ontario in September of this year. Kim Echlin was an author there that caught my attention. It was during an On Stage event called ‘Women Without Borders’ where I heard Kim read from The Disappeared which was, at that time, long listed for the Giller. It was announced on October 6 of this year that Kim Echlin’s book made

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"So we built a house, my wife and Iour house at a backwater puddle of a lakenear Ameliasburg, Ont."Al Purdy In Search of Owen RoblinAl Purdy is arguably one of the most important Canadian poets of our time. Al was born in Wooler, Ontario in 1918, raised in Trenton, and educated at Albert College in Belleville. At a young age, he headed west for B.C. and this was to be just the beginning of a

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Running the waterfront trail along the bay in Belleville, I stopped briefly to take in the view. My eyes were drawn to the new colours emerging on the leaves of the large oak trees, which then drew my gaze to the sun and the reflection it created off of the harbor, which finally drew my gaze to the Bay Bridge, that conduit that connects Quinte to The County. Many boats were out on The Bay this

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Karen Solie was born in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan where she grew up on the family farm. She currently resides in Toronto, Ontario, of which she supposed jokingly, “You will love Toronto more if you can get out of it.” Her bio has an interesting work history; it states she worked as a farm hand, an espresso jerk, a groundskeeper, a newspaper reporter/photographer, an academic research assistant, and

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Oh my...inspiration. I personally met Lorna Crozier on September 26/09. She was delightful. Upon first seeing her, I thought her a frail, small, being. She walked into the Writersfest wearing a long brown peasant skirt, a belted top, a colourful long scarf, and her boots stole the show. She moderated the Poets Brigade beautifully- no boring questions, she was interactive and engaging.Lorna

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One evening last week my big black lab and I headed out for a hike at one of our favourite provincial parks. After an invigorating climb through trails up and down steep hills, poor Bailey was quite worn out. As he quickly approaches the 10 year mark in his life, we are seeing his age sneak up on him. He sleeps for much of the day, getting up after a long nap is quite laborious for him and his

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During a recent hike near my home in the country, I came upon some puff mushrooms, a local delicacy that is delicious, fresh and free! This spurred my idea for that night’s dinner and today’s blog on The 100 Mile Diet.I had guests for dinner and everything on the table was from my garden or that of local farms. The remark was made that we are actually living this diet. At the time, I was unaware

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It is distressing and staggering that in this day illiteracy is still alive and growing in numbers around the world. The immediate connection between illiteracy and poverty is clear. With specific mention to women, who make up two thirds of the illiterate population, this must change. The following is an except from UNESCO on literacy;September 08, 2009Objective:On International Literacy Day each

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This is a recording of Virginia Woolf as published electronically through The Book Bench with The New Yorker. I knew I had stumbled on a treasure when I saw this. Her words continue to inspire me, but there was just something so visceral, so palpable in hearing her speak her own words, listening to her pause and then emphasize certain words, it left me content. The next time a pick up one of her

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I am always on the lookout for Canadian authors I have yet to discover. It was while reading a fellow blog called ChickLiteracy that I became intrigued by my next new find, Elspeth Cameron.Now, this author is by no means new to the world of Canadian non-fiction or biographies or academia, no, Elspeth is simply new to me. Having authored such biographies as Robertson Davies: An Appreciation, The

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From the blog for Namaste PublishingThe Meaning of Namaste“Namaste” is a Sanskrit word that acknowledges the inestimable value of each individual. It is often used to greet and honor others. Translation: “As I acknowledge and honor the Spirit within myself, so do I acknowledge and honor the Spirit within you.”The extended meaning of the word has been written as: “I honor the place in you in which

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Running along the waterfront during my lunch hour today, I was drawn to the people there, in particular, their eyes. On this sunny hot afternoon, the trail was peppered with kids out of school blading, biking, and many were escaping the heat in the river. There were walkers, a few runners and those using the memorial benches that are intermittently placed along the way. There are times during my

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Change your thinkingLet new experienceBe your torchChloe liked OliviaYour torch now litLet this experienceChange your worldTake the torchWith courage tell itForge ahead of allChloe liked OliviaShe will forge furtherWith courage tell herHow to take her torchTake truth and freedomYour mind to the edge“Fullness of expression”Chloe liked OliviaFull of expressionStep out to the edgeFreedom equals

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I am up early, enjoying a rather cool but sunny summer morning quietly. I go for The Globe and religiously seek out and remove the Book Review section first. I scan this section for key words that catch my eye, pull me in and this determines which of the articles I read first (however, I will eventually read the entire section).Al Purdy’s name jumps out and I settle in on ‘Shadows and footsteps’

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The golden rod has returnedTo the lambent fieldIt stretches high, higher everyday, waitingIn the lambent fieldAs the golden rod has returnedThe NaiSaiKu ChallengeJanet

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As I sat at the pianoCounting my fingers throughThe basic notesI felt someone with meIt was Hannah SchmitzAnd she was counting her wordsTo The Lady With the Little DogIt was the same.Her young lover was teaching her.Again, same.Now, I am on my ownAs she was on her ownAnd I am finding 'the' on the piano.

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Life is messy.Life is difficult.Life is chaos.Life is beautiful.The more we try to understand, analyze and control life, the more we realize this is futile. We have Darwinism, Freudianism, Marxism, Existentialism, and if you were to look critically at any of these you find yourself into yet another ‘ism’, if it only be that of criticism.(photo jam343)Control, tame, limit, contain, dominate,

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I feel You gazing at meWhat message do You scribeFrom what divine source do You abideUriel, sitting with St. Peter, amidst the heavensFrom Your divine source I shall abideThe message You do scribeFeel me staring back at YouJanetStill gazing at The NaiSaiKu Challenge

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I decided to check up on my facebook today. I have found that Facebook is a world of its own and every now and then it gets interesting in there. Sometimes it is a friend request from some long forgotten boy from the past, sometimes it is an invitation to an interesting event, and then sometimes it is an update from one of the groups I follow.This one caught my eye - Ali’s Facebook Group - what

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Last night I was invited to a very charming gathering at Fields On West Lake – better known in The County as The Red Barn.The Red Barn is a romantic heritage spot in the middle of nowhere at the centre of everything. When asked to say a few words about this special place, the owners actually choked with sentiment; their passion for this inherited property was clearly evident.When I arrived, I

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I am driving back to work after spending my lunch hour in a hurry picking up supplies. I am picking up the last minute supplies for summer camp, vegetarian options for a BBQ at the neighbors’ tonight, and the gift ideas as the BBQ includes a birthday. My mind is busy; I am ‘Busy Backson’, as my daughter has pointed out from The Tao of Pooh. My window is down, it is lovely out and I am listening

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(dreamer by neslihans)Summertime, a favourite past timeThe favourable past we attempt to live byWhich haunts us soWe icon against Marilyn herselfWhat was done, has been undoneIt's undoing now doneAnd so I, too, am done.The favourable past, which must be left in the pastAs now IS our favourable time to live by...summertime. The NaiSaiKu Challenge http://naisaiku.blogspot.com/

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Over the weekend, as I sat outside on the summer kitchen porch, I wrote. I had risen early that Saturday morning (unlike me), snuck about the house to make strong coffee and attempted to not wake anyone with my putterings. Let me be clear and honest, this was not out of respect to allow the family a sleep in, but rather selfishly to afford myself some quiet time.The strong coffee was grande in

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(Syrup and honey by 6eternity9 via devantArt)We soften each others fearsAllusions, illusionsAimlessness, lives togetherTwin brain, twin soul, soul mateAimlessness lives, togetherAlluded, illudedWe soften each others fearsStill 'illuded' by The NaiSaiKu Challenge http://naisaiku.blogspot.com/Janet

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(CityGirl by monislawa via deviantArt)The weakness comes in wavesWhen it washesI am faced with two choices, swim or succumb.Do I endure or cave to my own desire?The latter is pure instant pleasureSo I succumbThe need subsides – temporarilyThe weakness creeps in againI can see it watching meI feel it poking me, tempting meI taste it as I swallowI know it is there, stalking meIt can be

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Pierre Elliott Trudeau, Broadcast Date: Dec. 21, 1967Clearly, a man before his time. His compelling leadership haunts Canadian politics. Since his departure as Prime Minister, we have yet to be lead with such charisma. I was all of 14 at the time of his retirement in 1984 and just starting to pay attention to politics. I knew that we had a love affair with Trudeau and that the nation was now

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(via deviantArt)Say you are a bird Bare your mind and body free There are no limits Be open to your imagination and your visions There are no limits Bare your mind and body free Say you are a birdBy the way, and certainly related, I recommend to anyone watch The Notebook again.Still 'open' to The NaiSaiKu Challenge http://naisaiku.blogspot.com/ CheersJanet

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Why do we blog? Or, I guess I should ask, why do you blog? I suppose there are a myriad of reasons for doing so, there must be for there are millions of blogs out there, literally. If you have ever looked at the catalogue of blogs, you know what I am talking about.I am quite fascinated by the many blogs I have stumbled upon; some I quickly dismiss, some I am indistinctly interested in and visit

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Temptation, failingSuccumb to thee, desire Do not placate me "The safest path to hell is the gradual one." Do not placate me Succumb to thee, desire Temptation, failing Still 'tempted' by The NaiSaiKu Challenge http://naisaiku.blogspot.com/"The safest path to hell is the gradual one."Quote from The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis.

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"We can live without religion and meditation, but we cannot survive without human affection." (I'm with you by archlover via deviantArt)Early Saturday morning, as my girls and I were shuffling around the house readying ourselves for a day at the beach, I was presented with a hug from my teenage daughter. This moment of affection truly had a lasting impact on me, lifting my spirits for the rest of

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(via deviantArt) RavenousUnfulfilled hungerDesiringVisceral semblanceLascivious lookDesiringUnfulfilled hungerRavenousJanet Jarrell

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As the site reads,“Nino Ricci's newest novel, The Origin of Species, is the winner of the 2008 Governor General's Award for Fiction. Set in Montreal in the 1980s, it tells the story of one man's search for love, meaning, and guilt-free sex while trying to get over the scars of an ill-fated trip to the Galapagos.”I have been waiting in the long queue at my local library to read this book. The last

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"From where I am," the sun said, "I can see the Soul of the World. It communicates with my soul, and together we cause the plants to grow and the sheep to seek out shade. From where I am – and I’m a long way from the earth- I learned how to love. I know that if I came even a little bit closer to the earth, everything there would die, and the Soul of the World would no longer exist. So we

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Excerpt from the introduction;Oscar Wilde said: “Each man kills the thing he loves.” And it’s true. The mere possibility of getting what we want fills the soul of the ordinary person with guilt. We look around at all those who have failed to get what they want and feel that we do not deserve to get what we want either. We forget about all of the obstacles we overcame, all the suffering we endured

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So, there I sat in the beautiful, open space upstairs at Books & Co. in Picton, Ontario surrounded by many familiar faces. The faces did not belong to friends or family, (well some were friends) but were familiar because they were pictured in the pamphlet we were all given to peruse at the beginning of the night.I was quite excited about the evening’s readings. We began with Lisa Gabriele reading

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Writing can get complicated.It is one of those professions that Canadian society would like to consider a hobby. It carries with it a cloud of mystery, a reputation of late sleepers who rebel against the working class and drink a lot. Admittedly some of that may be true to an extent, but considering this attitude an absolute can have a peculiar way of playing on writer’s insecurities. Should one

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A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...Enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to...A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...Something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...A youth she's content to leave behind....A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...A past juicy enough that she's looking forward to

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Downtown the other day, after dropping my daughter off to her piano lesson, I headed for my favourite café. Seated in front of the café at one of the outside tables, I noticed the tall lanky man, alone. He was wearing sunglasses.As I walked by, he nodded a hello and I returned an audible one. I continued on, I heard him speak to me as his gaze remained on the busy vehicle and pedestrian traffic.

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'Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.'In 1644 at the height of the English Civil War, John Milton penned Areopagitica, which is now known as one of history’s first impassioned defences to freedom of expression. Ironically, Milton never delivered this argument verbally, however there was no need, the message was clear; to allow

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Poetry is important to me.When I read poetry, my mind is at peace. I liken it to a form of personal meditation as I find myself quite focused. I am able to be quiet. There are few things in life I do where I can say that. Once during a skiing lesson, my instructor stopped me, held my gaze and simply said ‘Try to keep your body quiet.’ This may sound strange to some, but I knew exactly what he

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Last night after sending my best mate off for the last time, I turned the radio on for company on the ride home. I was not sad. Alex Cuba was playing a live concert somewhere in the world (somewhere in Canada which was why CBC was playing a live concert) and that made me happy. Although I do not know any of the words, I tried to sing along for my heart.I stopped at a red light. The lanky,

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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,There is a rapture on the lonely shore,There is society, where none intrudes,By the deep sea, and music in its roar:I love not man the less, but Nature more.~George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold's PilgrimageCelebrations for this day are unearthing all across Canada, the United States and if you check your local listings, somewhere in your neck of this

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Laughter lading in the labyrinth of lustThe lucent ladybird lands for luckLamenting low labial loveLove abundantLovelornLovesomeLeavingLovedLoquacious languid lyricismsby Janet JarrellWe two are to ourselves a crowd. Ovid

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April is Poetry MonthAcidIn Jakarta,among the vendorsof flowers and soft drinks,I saw a childwith a hideous mouth,begging,and I knew the wound was madefor a way to stay alive.What I gave himwouldn't keep a dog alive.What he gave mefrom the brown coinof his sweating facewas a look of cunning.I carry itlike a bead of acidto remember how,once in a while,you can creep out of your own lifeand become

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Sometimes when Ilook in the mirrorand my hair hangs curled underI look distinguishedThat is a nice way of saying olderI like the lookbut I am not yet ready to see itIt is at these moments whenI wonder what my young lover seesDoes his head cock to the sidein questionDoubts seeps inI mention the age gap to a friendShe dismisses it with“who cares?”I am relieved but push onI suggest maybe I

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Our perfect AugustOur lambent timeThe hour, month, seasonHast thou passed soSuddenlyNay, in timeYou have naught but sleptWake now thee loveSee how it has sufferedUnder your euphoric spellComfort creates the nestComplacency settles in(…poem interrupted by life)With LoveOn LoveJanet

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COURTESY MORTIMER RARE BOOK ROOMSylvia Plath works on her typewriter perched on a stone wall in Yorkshire, England in 1956.Someone has been calling to me as of late, and that person appears to be Sylvia Plath. Her voice is much more assertive than I imagine she would have used during her short life and it insists I read, love and share. (So you know, she is not concerned with the order in which I

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Found in the beautiful Bruce Peninsula National Park, these rare cedars are so flexible they actually bend with your body when you climb them. “They feel like Gumby” one camper noted. Local park rangers spend countless hours every camping season removing campers from the tops of these wild arbors when campers get carried away and climb too high. Much like Tigger, they just cannot get down on

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Poetry is making a long overdue comeback, even if it is only in my life, my eyes, my important circle in this world. And, I choose to include the poetry of Lorna Crozier in that circle. Her recent book The Blue Hour of the Day rests on my bedside table and has been of great comfort and inspiration to me since Christmas when I received it as a gift.The gift of poetry. The power of poetry. If I

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Listening to the Vinyl Café on Sunday, I was full of nostalgia. Stewart McLean and the gang were performing live in Smithers, a small town in north western BC about 5 hours from my home in Prince Rupert; then. (then being about seven years ago).I have been hearing great things as of late from this little town and it is nothing short of inspirational; to begin with, the drive from Smithers to

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It is not official, but the Conservative government has been mumbling about cutting funding to all magazines under 5000 circulation. I personally think that is worth kicking up a fuss about. Current editor of The Malahat Review, an Arts and Literary magazine put out by the University of Victoria is making noise and has started a Facebook group which I strongly encourage you to join and

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This past Sunday, I attended the International Women’s Day Wall of Words in Bloomfield, Ontario. On this unseasonably warm and beautiful day, the town hall was bursting with guests in unexpected numbers. Women of all ages, and men too, came out to celebrate Women’s Day. The theme at this particular event was Heal Mother Earth.International Women’s Day is a reminder that we must continue to work

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Internationally, March has been declared Women’s History Month highlighting women’s achievements, roles and contributions in the effort towards equality between women and men worldwide. The Status of Women Canada announced the theme for 2009 as ‘Strong Leadership. Strong Women. Strong World. Equality.’ See the web page here,http://www.cfc-swc.gc.ca/dates/iwd-jif/index-eng.htmlIt is equally

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I, Mother Earth Cradle thee tenderly Offer up my breast Feeding naturally I, Mother Earth Raise thee up high Open thy mouth Release thy cry I, Mother Earth Bounty give to thee Embrace my gift Engorge and set free I, Mother Earth Innate and freeHold in my womb Dominion of fertilityWith loveJanet

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Positively!I recently attended a concert at the Empire Theatre in downtown Belleville to see the East coast sensation, Jill Barber. The theatre was the perfect setting for this pre-Valentine’s Day show full of fantastic love songs. At one point in the evening, Jill gushed “Belleville, what a romantic name for a city.” This comment was received with mocking laughter from the audience, much to the

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…and get paid to do it.Well, that is the reality for some, but it could be for all. How you ask? Simply put some ‘flow’ into your work. Flow is the state you find yourself in when playing your favourite video game. I have personally been in this state many times as I used to love playing Super Mario Bros, and I must admit, I enjoyed it for hours! Can you imagine if your work day felt like that?

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Ramblings post Arthur Miller's 'The Crucible'...We possess the perverted desire to have others validate our worthiness – we are, unto ourselves, unable to justify our own self worth. We thus look to and rely on the evils of modern day; e-mail, phone, the number of friends in our Facebook, to measure our seed in life’s hierarchy.Love yourself.Trust yourself.Pay that forward.

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Nortel has been known to Canadians as many things from ‘our darling’, ‘our baby’ to {insert something not so nice}, and as the devoted parents, we have been watching anxiously, hopefully. Like most Canadians and many people around the world, I have been reading the news surrounding Nortel since it filed for creditor protection earlier this month.In a time when we are all too familiar with the

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A wee blather...Amidst the flitting and festinate noise of my full working kitchen at home, many interesting and ground breaking (if only for me) conversations erupt around our harvest table.On one particular recent evening, I overheard the statement ‘I need to get on Facebook and change my relationship status.” I found this statement quite intriguing and yet at the same time vexatious.

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“49 songs from North of the 49th parallel”In response to the American Obama playlist (yes, there is one), Canada, by way of CBC Radio 2, is composing an all Canadian playlist for the president elect. Considering it our gift, this number one radio station nation wide is accepting nominations until January 12, 2009 from all Canadians. This playlist should represent all genres of music spanning the

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Around my kitchen table last night after the supper was cleared ensued an interesting and quite ambiguous discussion regarding gift giving. My youngest was distraught as a friend had spent more than she on the gifts they had exchanged. We discussed the time and thought which was put into the gifts, and concluded that they were of equal ‘value’. That all being said, she still felt she needed to

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This past weekend the girls and I ventured out on our annual search for ‘A Charlie Brown Christmas’ tree. On our way to a friends Christmas tree farm, we enjoyed the music of Vince Guaraldi in the aforementioned special. We reminisced about watching Charlie Brown and Linus on their pursuit to find the perfect tree only to find a myriad of aluminum, pre-decorated

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My bedside clock read 5:55am this morning; time to rise and shine. “Its gonna be a bright sun shiny day” was coming through CBC Radio 2 as my good morning wake-up call.Quite often as of late, I have noticed repeating digits during my day, or night, when I look for the time. At first I simply believed it was a coincidence and it was dismissed. Eventually, I started noticing just how often these

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December 1, 2008 marks two decades of increased awareness, improved education and a deeper understanding of the HIV\AIDS pandemic world wide. Here we are twenty years since the first celebrated World AIDS Day; a good time to check our progress.Over time, we have seen society go through polar reactions to the HIV/AIDS pandemic. The range goes from irrational pandemonium in the mid 1980’s involving

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