Mackinac in May

We have a Mackinac Island trip planned for early May. I am not all that excited for it though. Early May is not my favorite time to go–it is too cool (usually) and all the flowers and greenery isn’t out yet. Plus, I really need to start my job search and find a new job. I feel like this trip will interfere. Of course, I may just be stalling. I am stalling. But I just don’t know how I am going to schedule my CNA practical around it, and I don’t want to start a new job before….I don’t know, perhaps it will all work out.

The trip was my husband’s idea this time around. We both love Mackinac but he is super excited because EMS Expo is on the Island this year. We are staying at Mission Point where Expo is being held. I suppose I will do a lot of hiking while he is in class. I have about a month to get in shape for it. Ha, or perhaps I will just be lazy and stay around the hotel…perhaps I will write while I’m there. I can do both, hike and write. And if I feel adventurous, maybe I will go horseback riding. I definitely want to bike around the island.

Okay, I am starting to get excited now.

Published in: on April 4, 2017 at 1:14 pm  Leave a Comment  

I <3 PBS

I love PBS. They always have such great programs– I have learned so much and garnered so much entertainment from that channel. It makes me so angry that Dump and his cronies want to defund it.

Today I happened upon a program about poet and writer Paul Laurence Dunbar. He was a prolific African American writer in the late 1800s and early 1900s. I have never heard of him that I can remember. Maya Angelou found inspiration from him. Here is his poem “Sympathy”:

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
I know what the caged bird feels!

I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting—
I know why he beats his wing!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—
I know why the caged bird sings!

~

Below is Maya Angelou reciting it. Makes me cry.

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3wod3z_paul-laurence-dunbar-sympathy-maya-angelou_school

Published in: on April 2, 2017 at 4:45 pm  Leave a Comment  
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