THOUGHTS

I meditated on two things today.....the first was a simple thought which I thought would yield complex answers and the second was my J'can People.

Thought 1

How much truth do people tell in their blogs?

Using my own experience, I arrived at 80%...there are still some things that we clutch to our chests...those things that, if you were to see in cold hard black and white, would reveal too much.....would make you unpalatable.....yeah those thoughts/experiences which it is felt would rock the souls of readers and, God Forbid, the impact if the shroud of anonymity were breached. Does it matter though....this is therapy? Right?




My therapy these days seem to be a combination of things which ultimately don't work but to stop engaging in them would leave too much to chance. A little writing, a little wining, a little alcohol, and a little cannabis. I thought about expressing this thought in my native tongue.....di real patois........but the I realise seh it woulda probably be unwise, cause di real lesson wouldn't forward pan all di people dem weh out deh.


When I get an opportunity to be with my peoples I grasp it with both hands......I like people sometimes. The opportunity was given me to sit in on a man an' man round table. There were 5 men including my Boogie. I watched as they reverently prepared the herbal refreshment, chopping it up and feeling it fall through their finger tips, always sniffing the sweet aroma.

They cleansed the Chalice (bong for non yardie readers).....it was like watching some ancient ritual to induct a young boy into the realm of manhood...as they filled the pipe, I observed keenly the caressing of the herb......it was like securing a virgin lover. Then the bless up was done. When I registered surprise, I was informed that the smoking of a Chalice was sacred.....it was the outward manifestation of love for Jah and the vehicle through which man is able to find clarity, through reverence for the creator. What was intriguing was that despite the first general blessing, each man would bless the pipe again....I guess seeking guidance from God for their own problems.

When it reached me I quickly advised that half a spliff (joint) was just about all I could manage.....they hooked me up. I know this may seem backward but as the reasoning commenced I found myself participating in spurts. At first I thought I was too high, but then I realised that I was overly conscious of the role of the man according to several religious teachings.....I allowed the men to ramble on without much interruption because I knew that men needed to feel free in their space...after all I was just visitor.

The reasonings spanned politics, cricket, football, the US President ( specifically, his reference to Nelson Mandela as dead), money, the future of man (youths, the next generation) the weakened parenting structure and the importance of courtesy in this life. I left that session feeling like my own problems were minimal given the work to be done in the real world.....for now, this is profound to me, a valuable lesson, to be remembered when my demons start to haunt again.

I could hear these words on the drive home "Oh plead my Cause oh Jah, and let me stand firm, when the wicked rise up against the I. Order my steps oh Jah...." . Order my steps.