Tomorrow, July 8, 2009, will be another one of those days; a once-in-a-lifetime event, numerically speaking. Tomorrow, a short time after noon, it will officially be (for one split second at least) 12:34:56 7/8/9/. We have to take some liberty with the date, since these days we almost always use the “digital” form with all the zeroes, but, generally speaking, it’s a never-to-be-repeated moment in history. At first glance, you’d think a day like this would be exceedingly rare, but actually, this type of day rolls around on a pretty regular basis, because of its very nature, its numerical make-up. We’ll have another one on August 7th if you miss this one, and we’ve had several in the not-too-distant past—01:23:45 6/7/89, 12:34.56 7/8/90, and 01:02:03 04/05/06. And for those more esoterically inclined, there’s always 11:11 11/11/11 to look forward to, not to mention 12/21/12. So, dates like these happen with some regularity, and will continue, unless, of course, the ancient Mayans were right…
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.