vanderlindes

Welcome to our Newfoundland Cam

Scenes from our home in Clarenville, Newfoundland, Canada.

Apologies to dialup users - best viewed with broadband.

See our Study Cam here for dual cams and more detail, and see our homepage for bios and photos : http://vanderlindes.com

Broadband ADSL connection, streaming 24 hours on Logitech webcams.

When it's too dark for the webcams, we'll occasionally be broadcasting some of our travels (off a Samsung digital videocamera).

We've worked/lived in South Africa, Namibia, Saudi Arabia, United Arab Emirates, and Canada. We speak or understand English/Afrikaans/Dutch/Flemish, basic French / German (and some very basic medical Arabic/Zulu).

The Desiderata
(Max Ehrmann)

Go placidly amid the noise and haste and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe. No less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you perceive him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.

Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

------------Dylan Thomas