Over the weekend I was tagged with a photo meme by Bobbie, and also received a Premio Dardos blog award from Sylvia and Kat. There are rules to passing on the award, but I have been picking up that there is a lot of award fatigue out there, so instead of passing it along to 10 people (five each) I’m only going to nominate one. (I really could passing this along to at least 50 people!). So, with many thanks to Kat and Sylvia, I am hereby giving this award to a blog I only discovered recently, but enjoy a whole lot – Here ya go Cloudia at Comfort Spiral.
Now, the photo meme from Bobbie is a Sixth Folder of Your Sixth File meme. In my photo file, that’s a folder called “Buddha.” When I first moved here to the lake, I saw that my breakwall had a kind of apron on one end, with a nice juniper bush. I immediately knew I wanted a Buddha statue there, to gaze out over the lake. I finally found one large enough to look right at a garden shop a few small towns over, and brought him to his new home. Technically, I guess he’s not actually THE Buddha, but a monk, but I don’t let that distinction bother me. People have asked me why I set him that way, when all I see from behind is his rather plain back, while his lovely serene face faces the lake. It just seemed better that way. This one is titled, "Buddha and Sailboats Returning" (click to enlarge)
I’m passing this tag along (without obligation) to someone who takes some very beautiful and intriguing photos –please do visit Donald Kinney’s San Francisco daily photo blog.
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.