Last weekend my neighbor down the road had a yard sale, and called me up to stop by for a visit. It had been nice in the morning, but by afternoon, ominous clouds began to roll in, and while we chatted we both kept an eye on the sky. I happened to look up just when the clouds parted in the shape of a perfect blue heart. Of course, I’d left my camera in the van, and had to trot across the road for it, and by the time I got back into position, the heart had morphed into this sweet little pair of lips. And that reminded me of the famous (and famously misheard) lyrics from the Jimi Hendrix song, Purple Haze.
Optional feature music for those who want a trip down memory lane: Purple Haze Jimi Hendrix at Woodstock, August 1969 – 40 years ago!
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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.