Late breaking news: The iconic and much-photographed arch at Utah’s Arches National Park has fallen. The Park thinks it fell sometime last week, since no one was on hand to confirm the exact time and date when it happened. Wouldn’t that have been geological freak-out?! Its collapse has been attributed to the combined forces of gravity and erosion, not to wearing improper footwear.
Okay, enough with the goofing around. I truly am saddened that this ancient landmark is no more. But it serves to remind us that the earth is constantly changing, even if it’s just a few grains of sand a year, eventually everything suffers the same fate. Someday all the other arches will tumble, and eventually even the Rockies will be mere nubbins.
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.