A friend of mine who is a retired flight attendant emailed me this today. On the subject line it said, “To all my flight attendant friends and not.” I thought it was well worth passing along:
Before we can truly help others, we must first learn to help ourselves.
It's like the oxygen masks on an airplane. We are instructed to put on our own oxygen mask before assisting small children or others in need. The reason for this is that if you don't know how to help yourself, and are therefore not fully functioning, you will not be able to help anyone else. Without your own oxygen mask in place, you may pass out before safely securing someone else's. Then, clearly, you will have been of no help at all!
Today, make sure your needs are met. Not the superficial desires, but the deep yearnings of your soul. Get enough air in your lungs so you'll have that much more energy to truly help others.
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.