200 Hours and 2 Days

Who knew we could be so strong– physically and mentally? Who knew that we could complete what we started despite the many obstacles placed in our way? Who knew that the quest for the self and the super self, the God within and without, could be so heady and true that beautiful souls would journey from all over the world to experience it.

Lacrimosa and the Butterflies

Dear Friends, Sun-glazed days are filled with the weight of time in Jamaica. Shortly after arriving from Brazil, a close friend’s father — Uncle Clyde — died. Thus, those who knew and loved him gathered almost nightly, to reminisce, commemorate, break bread  and chat. His house, where I have lived at different times in my life, like a […]

Freedom to Choose: The Last Bite of Cake

In Jamaican households, on the island and overseas, Christmas cake starts making appearances in cupboards and on dinner tables in the early days of December. People will tell you how many they’ve baked, or how many their mothers have baked. If they haven’t had a chance to soak fruits in brandy or wine, people will recount how […]

Hundreds of Birthdays

As my birthday approaches, the years that have built up to create this life wind and intersect in my mind. Loops of memory of all these years. Years stack on top of each other and stand side by side, three and thirty-two, six and thirteen, twelve and twenty-four…. and centuries more. Some memories race, while others saunter in […]

From Jamaica to Germany

Dear Friends, Last week at this time, my mother and I were at Milk River Bath in Clarendon; she was soaking in the mineral baths, which are reputed to be among the most curative, restorative, and mineral rich in the world, and I was lying across the bed, in a sleeveless blue floral dress, reading Dan […]

And It Goes On…

Dis long time gal mi neva see you, come mek mi hol’ yuh hand.– (Long Time Gal, Jamaican folk song) Dear Friends, What a sunny day it is today! There’s a warm breeze blowing through the open window; as I sit here at the kitchen table, light graces the room. It certainly is a day to walk […]

“Sweeter Than Wine”

So different and so new…. It’s not different, nor is it new. Things stop becoming new quickly. We sound like imitations of ourselves. Our words aren’t new. The things we say to each other aren’t new; we’ve said them before to each other; we’ve said them to different people. We forgot we did. Then, it hits us; it’s déjà vu, […]