Day: Thursday-Weekly
Time: Sunset
Place: Sanibel Causeway
What:Drum Circle
Who: Who so ever
The ocean is pressing back and forth, the steady beat is contagious. The heart beat grabs us all into another world, another time. Looking around, each face is tranced out to a depth out of reach for most of our walking days. Right now we are one, one rhythm. Sam and Andrea take turns singing. This song could last for hours and bliss would still drench me.
I hear the words of the rasta man say
Babylon your throne gone down, gone down
Babylon your throne gone down
Said, I hear the words of the higher man say
Babylon your throne gone down, gone down
Babylon your throne gone down
And I hear the angel with the seven seals
Babylon your throne’s gone down, gone down
Babylon your throne gone down
I say fly away home to zion, fly away home
I say fly away to zion, fly away home
One bright morning when my work is over
Man will fly away home
One bright morning when my work is over
Man will fly away home
One brlght morning when my work is over
Man will fly away home
I say fly away home to zion, fly away home
I say fly away to zion, fly away home
One bright morning when my work is over
Man will fly away home
Ziggy Marley is Bob Marley’s first son. He was born David Marley on October 17, 1968. He spent his youth in Trench Town, one of Kingston’s poorest neighborhoods. Ziggy’s mother was a singer in Bob Marley and the Wailers.
Ziggy formed the band Melody Makers with his siblings in 1981 after Bob Marley’s death. Their album Conscious Party (1988) won a Grammy Award and helped the group break through to mainstream audiences. One Bright Day came out in 1989 as Ziggy Marley & the Melody Makers. They won the 1989 Grammy Award for Best Reggae Recording.
After a few more successful albums with the group, Marley began a solo career in 2006.
Strength of a Woman by Shaggy is a video I highly recommend. All the musicians are women. The video footage of all the women is a real treat. Every shot is a visual delight. It shows women in such heartfelt pure love and joy that the strength just flows, actually pours out.
Tell me what you like most about this video.
I would like to see what stands out for you.
Post me a comment please.
My son is thinking about going dread. He is nineteen years young, in college, learning how to DJ and stepping out into the world separate from his family. You could say his first year of college this past year was his first real stepping out. I had thought the summer when high school ended was him stepping out but, actually that was him just dipping his feet into the ocean to see if it was warm enough; a sampling of sorts.
Things are different this coming year. He has sampled the water then swam long enough to be relaxed and setting his pace for the long swim. He likes the boldness that dreads relay. It is a statement of:
“I like my hair this way. I know not all of society is happy about nor understands dreads. That is ok. I do not need to please everyone. I must speak for myself. I must speak in my own voice.”
He knows his grandma will have a fit. He is ok with that. He understands she will love him in spite of her not approving of all the little details he chooses to partake in. He knows he has a bit to learn as to the care of dreads. He knows it is not an instant thing and his hair will have to go through some awkward moments.
He also knows what it is like having dreads. His first hair style was dreads.
He had dreads up till he was four. In fact I still have his baby dreads. I kept them. I have no idea why I kept them. Out of four children, I only kept his hair. They were so adorable. At the end of each dread was a soft blond curl about a half inch long. I cut his dreads because they were getting scratchy on his neck. It was hot and they were not soft, they were more brillo pad like. I am not sure if all dreads are like that but as a child he really didn’t want them any more. So…I cut them.
When he was in his early teens I tried suggested him getting them again. I thought it might be fun but at the mention of it he would say no way.
He comes home from his first year away at college and says, “I think I’m going to dread my hair.”
He is in the early growing out stage. He had been keeping his hair short so it might be awhile.
He might keep a dread video log on his progress.
Here’s a web page that I like with dread accessories. It’s called Knottyboy.
So in the process of him going dread I have found a few videos I liked and I wanted to share them with you.
This video was very creative and had a bit of a message to it. Wannabe a rastaman.
This girl, xxzxczx, gives good tips on how to make a dread. She has a lot more videos on dealing with dreads from making beads to crocheting to maintaining them.
Note to all: This is my story of knowing Marley Cote’s mother, Joan Cote. She was my birth roommate. RIP Joan.
Marley was Bob’s last name but his songs and positive vibrations have inspired many to pass on more than his gift of uplifting messages on to their youth.
Joan held a precious one inside her belly.
I could not tell you what it was exactly that inspired her when she heard Bob sing.
Was it his poetry? Was it the rhythms his songs moved her to and fro? Was it his accent? His culture? His Vibes? His One Love message?
The puzzle pieces are there to be had, but not by me. That story can be told by another.
I only know she named her first and only child Marley. I only know the strength and love she offered him. For two months we were room mates, or should I say deck mates since the home we shared merely consisted of mismatched decks added one by one to form a compound, known by some as a magical Oasis. I only know…
Joan was in the house…
and Marley was zooming by.
