Even though by the calendar spring is a few weeks away I am sure everyone has there own personal signs as to when spring begins. When the cherry blossoms (or Japanese plum tree) blossoms appear, when the daffodils begin to show some signs of aging and the robins are chirping away in the morning to wake you up…well those seems to be the internal signs for me anyway that spring has un-officially arrived.
This bloggin needs some personal discipline. Getting busy with life seems to get in its way. Thank you Gillian for reminding me not to give up.
Yesterday I had lunch with a fellow who has been living in Tokoyo for the last 7 years. It was great to see him (he usually brings me some neat thing from over there). His question, and one that every Canadian thinks about when out of Canada for a few years, is what is a Canadian. Who knows? The only thing that seemed to be very different for Canadians for me is their perception of geographic distance. We tend to think in terms of the number of days it takes to drive somewhere. Most nationalities don’t see geography in those terms.
Another question comes to mind. How does the randomness and chaos of the nature around us make meaning for each indvidual. When I look at a tree there are so many lines and paterns it is amazing. Look at a man made object and it just seems to be straight lines. But the mind seems to be much more soothed by the natural pattern.
And its raining again.