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Where do I start? So much of our story begins with Bob Marley.

If it weren’t for Bob…

I probably wouldn’t have met my husband, have our two beautiful children, or live in Jamaica. I wouldn’t know the power of positive vibrations or word sound. I wouldn’t know how to make my son stop crying in seconds. From the time he was three weeks old he would hush instantly upon hearing the first three chords of no woman no cry. Seriously, three chords, ask anyone who knows him, he’d stop the balling immediately. It was like a miracle. I also wouldn’t know the joy of hearing my son sing no woman no cry to my squealing, week old, baby girl. I wouldn’t know the peace and quiet that Bob’s songs have brought to our home. It wasn’t my favorite of Bob’s songs. Well, not before the babes anyway. It’s taken on a whole new meaning.

When Iz was three (already a budding musician, with a repertoire consisting primarily of Bob’s music) He informed us that he wasn’t like Bob. “I am not Iike Bob, Mommy, I AM BOB!!!”. For years, strangers, friends and family alike have told Iz that he is the next Bob Marley (this of course before we graduated to the Michael Jackson phase).

Bob is an integral part of our lives and teachings. Equality, diplomacy, and above all, love. We are grateful beyond measure for his time on earth and all that he gave to people worldwide. Bob Marley  was a unifier of color, class, culture and creed on a global scale. His name is common on the breath of the people.

Everywhere.

Am I surprised that the rain’s started pouring as I write this? Or that the gray is now parted by bright sun. I feel the warmth on my back and in my heart.

Gratitude and a few tears of joy and sadness for this man of mythic magnitude. A hero. A legend. He was freedom and literacy for the people. I know I speak for millions when I say, I wouldn’t know mental and spiritual freedom in the same way I do now if it weren’t for Bob Marley. More Life Bob.

One Love, walk good, half the story has never been told…

 

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Emancipation Day in Jamaica is the celebration of…

The Slavery Abolition Act 1833 put an end to slavery throughout the British Empire on August 1,1834. The irony of this holiday celebration is that an overwhelming number of Jamaicans are still severely oppressed by economic hardship, lack of sufficient resources, food, water, electricity, employment, suitable healthcare, and substandard education,etc. Another irony of “emancipation” is evident in the huge number of visitor visas denied every year. In fact, the average Jamaican is highly unlikely to receive a tourist visa to travel outside of the country, his/her whole life…

Imagine not being permitted to leave your homeland, in this case, the island of Jamaica which is 146 miles long x 51 miles wide. I mean, your whole life. Talk about island fever. Somehow this doesn’t sound, look or feel like emancipation to me. My own mother in law who is married, owns her own home, and car, has successfully raised five beautiful human beings, who are positively contributing to society is a perfect example. Two of her grown children (my brother and sister through marriage) are currently living in the United States. One has a masters degree and works as a teacher, the other has stable employment, owns his own home and car, and recently became an American citizen. Mama’s achievements are impressive when you consider her humble beginnings. My sweet, devoted, hardworking, mother in law, has been denied a visa to visit her children and grandchildren. Five times!!!

Just a word to the wise, emancipation on the rock is bitter sweet. Bob Marley an iconic musician, ambassador of equal rights and a social change phenomenon, said it best in his brilliant ballad Redemption Song,

“Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery”…

This sentiment has pulled me through countless episodes of darkness, fear and mental bondage. A powerful reality indeed, the idea that oppressive thoughts, doings and submissions contribute to our ability to be free…

It occurs to me that if we each take time to breathe in this idea and meditate on it, visualize it, flourishing the world over, it might just make a difference. I seal this message with a kiss and blow it like a wish from my palm across the waters this morning. That one day we all may be truly free.

One Love, walk good, breaking free…

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