Technically, I wasn't born in Detroit, but in the Michigan capitol of East Lansing, but we moved there when I was a toddler. I grew up there, graduated from high school there, and lived there well into my twenties, so I consider it my home town. Detroit (and all of the Michigan manufacturing sector) has been in the news a lot lately because of all the troubles with the economy and job loss in the auto industry in particular. Over the years, Detroit has seen other deepening problems like many of the larger towns and cities - crumbling infrastructure, social and educational ills, declining population and tax base. My heart goes out to my old Motor City home. What will happen with the Big Three I can't say, but I hope things will improve, rebound, whatever you want to call it. And it's pretty clear that when they do, it won't look like it did before, and I think that's a good thing. It's like we are all being handed (though we might have said we'd take a pass, given the choice) an opportunity to re-evaluate our lives and our priorities in a way that can only lead to positive changes.
Change is definitely in the air. I'm reading about it on your blogs, seeing it on the news. I think we're all starting to get it in a deeper way that it's all of us or none of us. Real freedom is an illusion if some of us anywhere in the world are still enslaved, suppressed or denied their basic rights. None of us can be truly, fully satisfied while there is hunger, disease and lack of education out there. Because in reality, there is no "out there" out there. So I wish my Detroit (and all of us everywhere around our home planet) a meaningful recovery, and a brighter future - one where everyone can thrive, and be at peace.
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.