THE MORNING OF JUNE 6TH in HIGH COUNTRY (3,806 ft. elevation)
As you know, my BFF Sydney is visiting from Calgary. she's planning on going back on Monday...but I'm thinking she may want to change her plans and stay a little longer...or else maybe her hubby can meet her at the airport with a parka and boots (oh, I'm kidding, it will surely be gone before then!). My other dear friend and Tai Chi buddy, Nancy, sent me these photos of their place just west of the city. I'm guessing that some of the folks out that way are going to need to replace some bedding plants. That's what June, or any summer month for that matter, can bring in the foothills!
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.