I took the photo of ice on the lake yesterday during a brief moment of brightness. It reminded me of the piece of quartz crystal I picked up at a rock and gem show in Calgary years ago. I love the way the wind and waves had raised monoliths of ice in all directions, just like the bed of crystals.
In addition to collecting river stones with natural holes in them, I also have a modest crystal collection. I’m particularly interested in “enhydrous” crystals – crystals with liquid bubbles in them. The piece of amethyst in the photos below is my first. I didn’t know about enhydros at the time, and was holding it crystal up to the light, turning it and admiring all its inner patterns when I saw the bubble move! That was probably one of the most startling experiences I ever had, and gave me a whole other area of interest to pursue! The bubble in this crystal is in a channel about ¼ inch long. In this photo the channel would be vertical. Some crystals I have contain bubbles and channels that are almost an inch long, and full of twists and turns deep into the crystal interior – truly amazing.
Some estimates put enhydro crystal formation at as much as 220-400 million years ago. The outer edges of the quartz form faster than the inner area, creating troughs that can trap water and other material. As the inner troughs cooled, and were covered by yet more layers of crystal growth, the trapped liquid would cool and contract, forming these delightful air bubbles within the crystal. In recent years, enhydro crystals have become quite sought after and pricey. I’m glad I got a few back in the 80s before the prices jumped into the crazy range.
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.