We walked Bloomsday yesterday and had a fabulous time! I walked with my Mother-in-law and my Mom. I am very proud of both my Mom and MIL but especially my MIL for doing it! The farthest she had ever walked was 2 miles and she walked 7.5 miles yesterday. Yay!
If you would like to see the whole set you can see them here.
We just got back from a little walk at Turnbull and look what we got to see! Baby Canadian Geese! It’s just like in the the picture books I read to the kids at storytime :). sooo cute!
This caught my attention today, thanx to Cara at January One.
Kazim Ali: Poet, Performer, Teacher, Yogi
On April 19, after a day of teaching classes at Shippensburg University, I went out to my car and grabbed a box of old poetry manuscripts from the front seat of my little white Beetle and carried it across the street and put it next to the trashcan outside Wright Hall. The poems were from poetry contests I had been judging and the box was heavy. I had previously left my recycling boxes there and they were always picked up and taken away by the trash department.A young man from ROTC was watching me as I got into my car and drove away. I thought he was looking at my car which has black flower decals and sometimes inspires strange looks. I later discovered that I, in my dark skin, am sometimes not even a person to the people who look at me. Instead, in spite of my peacefulness, my committed opposition to all aggression and war, I am a threat by my very existence, a threat just living in the world as a Muslim body.
Unbelievable. Sigh. How sick are you of living in a culture of fear? I am so sick of it.
Read the article here:
Poetry is dangerous. By Kazim Ali.
