Please help me find equanimity and lessen this suffering!
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Forgive me Bob, but if anyone knew what I’m going through, you certainly must have had similar thoughts and fears - Rastafari: In rhythms of life’s journey, I and I feel the winds of change gaining fierce force on Jah and I, guiding I and I toward a new reality. Dem so-called healers, with their many Ras titles—surgeon, oncologist, general practitioner, dermatologist—dem offer their paths, but I and I choose trodding the path in alternative livity. Wi return whole, at peace, in love with livity, ganja, to Zion. Dem ways may not be for Jah and I, and that’s alright. Dem roads are irie for some, not Jah. Mi deh yah, yuh know!
You rock so, you rock so
Like you never did before
You dip so, you dip so
Till you can dip through my door
You skank so, you skank so, oh yeah
No more will I subject I-self to treatments that drain the spirit and dim the light within. Instead, Jah seek to embrace the joy of each day, to laugh with my son Korey, to share love with friends and family. As Brother Bob sang, “Still, I be always laughing like a clown.”
Today marks the beginning of a new chapter. I set my sights on distant lands—first Mexico City, then further south to where the sun kisses the sea. In these places, I hope to find peace and dignity in my journey. Perhaps to end in Thailand where the juice of the poppy will help with the oncoming cancer excruciating pain.
To make this journey, I part with my cherished instruments, each holding memories of melodies past. Years of singing and jovial time spent with many of you. I am considering sharing this experience, the experience of my last bits of time on earth, collaborating with creative souls like Justin Kirchhoff, Kyle Esposito, Paul Osborn, Mat Parker, and Clay Marvin. Yet, I ponder: should I turn this personal voyage into a shared story? Should I invite these brethren to document this path?
I look to you, my community, for guidance. What are your thoughts? Should this story be told, I envision conversations with those who’ve been part of my journey—my parents, Kyle’s father, the Kirchhoff and Marvin families, and other dear friends. Your insights will light the way.
Perhaps, through this journey, we’ll find new songs that resonate with the heartbeat of life. Feasibly wi bredren capture peace, love, grace, and joy. - Or maybe just Patwah (Shit)!
Two thousand years of history
Could not be wiped away so easily
Two thousand years of history (Black)
Could not be wiped so easily
Rastafari!
Please; no need to address the terrible audacity of my Bob Marley appropriations. I have been smoking a lot of Kaya, and it has been absolutely wonderful to have the THC with Bob’s lyrics, beat, and melodies helping me through the horrors of chemotherapy.
But; please, please: pontificate on if this mess should be memorialized and then promulgated!
You rock so, you rock so
Like you never did before
You dip so, you dip so
Till you can dip through my door
You skank so, you skank so, oh yeah
No more will I subject I-self to treatments that drain the spirit and dim the light within. Instead, Jah seek to embrace the joy of each day, to laugh with my son Korey, to share love with friends and family. As Brother Bob sang, “Still, I be always laughing like a clown.”
Today marks the beginning of a new chapter. I set my sights on distant lands—first Mexico City, then further south to where the sun kisses the sea. In these places, I hope to find peace and dignity in my journey. Perhaps to end in Thailand where the juice of the poppy will help with the oncoming cancer excruciating pain.
To make this journey, I part with my cherished instruments, each holding memories of melodies past. Years of singing and jovial time spent with many of you. I am considering sharing this experience, the experience of my last bits of time on earth, collaborating with creative souls like Justin Kirchhoff, Kyle Esposito, Paul Osborn, Mat Parker, and Clay Marvin. Yet, I ponder: should I turn this personal voyage into a shared story? Should I invite these brethren to document this path?
I look to you, my community, for guidance. What are your thoughts? Should this story be told, I envision conversations with those who’ve been part of my journey—my parents, Kyle’s father, the Kirchhoff and Marvin families, and other dear friends. Your insights will light the way.
Perhaps, through this journey, we’ll find new songs that resonate with the heartbeat of life. Feasibly wi bredren capture peace, love, grace, and joy. - Or maybe just Patwah (Shit)!
Two thousand years of history
Could not be wiped away so easily
Two thousand years of history (Black)
Could not be wiped so easily
Rastafari!
Please; no need to address the terrible audacity of my Bob Marley appropriations. I have been smoking a lot of Kaya, and it has been absolutely wonderful to have the THC with Bob’s lyrics, beat, and melodies helping me through the horrors of chemotherapy.
But; please, please: pontificate on if this mess should be memorialized and then promulgated!
Organizer
Brian Lee
Organizer
Bellingham, WA