INTERNATIONAL ROCK FLIPPING DAY in LEAMINGTON, ONTARIO
This is my first contribution to IRFD. I wasn't sure what to expect; the day dawned with the first real rain we've had in a couple of months. At first it was daunting, but as it started to lighten, I suited up and went out. The first rock I flipped had nothing underneath it but a colony of pill bugs. I can do better than this, I said to myself, and flipped another. Nothing, not even pill bugs. From there, I flipped several more. Nothing, nothing, and more nothing. I should mention that I live close to Point Pelee, which is one of the premiere birding spots in the entire world. The town of Leamington is also known as The Tomato Capital of Canada. We have a lot to brag about, but when it come to critters under rocks, apparently not so much. I had decided to give up when that one last rock caught my eye. I thought, May as well give it a flip, and man, am I ever glad I did!!
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.