Spring forgives winter its harshness, then forgets about it. The unfurling bud has no memory of the painful winds, the grass cannot recall the weight of the frozen drift, the waters pick up their endless waves right where they left off.
Traditionally, spring is thought of as a time of rebirth and renewal, but it occurred to me today to add forgiveness to the list. From now on I will also think of spring as a time for releasing any wounds or injustices, real or perceived, that I've let over-winter in my heart. All this has started a fragment of lyrics by Don Henley playing in my mind.
…been trying to get down To the heart of the matter But my will gets weak And my thoughts seem to scatter But I think its about forgiveness Forgiveness Even if...
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.