A friend recently sent me this, so it's making the rounds, perhaps you've seen it, too. I was amazed at the creativity and labor that went into this, painstakingly turning and fitting each piece of wood so it lies just right. I'm wondering if this tree was created to be left as a natural sculpture, to let nature do its work over time (Frost's "slow smokeless burning of decay") or if someone is taking it part again, log by log, for warmth and cheer on chilly nights. I don't know who created this, or who took the picture, to properly credit them, but I certainly thank them, and salute their ingenuity!
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.