autumn cottonwoods squandering their golden coins on each passing breeze
As you can see, I have my computer back, complete with a brand new hard drive. There are still some things to work out, including locating a crucial missing file - a book manuscript that was due for publication next year, and represents 2 years work. Here's hoping it's on my backup hard drive; I don't even want to think about the alternative... At least the blog portion of things is working, so I can get back to posting here, and visiting all the blogs I enjoy - I missed you guys, and thanks for all those encouraging comments!
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.