30/09/2022
The first time it was Montego Bay, the second Negril, and this time Ocho Rios 🇯🇲She called me ✨and I had to divine on it because Jamaica has got some strong spiritual medicine and I’ve had life changing doses of those bitters before. But it was confirmed for me when I was awakened into awareness that Ocho Rios means Eight Rivers. I was most certain at that point that she called me 🐝✨🍯✨🐝
There is therapy here. Not just the water, sand, and sun but the beauty of blackness and reflection. People who look like me, with stern brown faces that respond to eye contact and head nods and will often explode into smiles if you offer one. Black people, we live close to our hearts and those small acts of acknowledgment open doors.
I reached places I wouldn’t have without those interactions, like the fire water in St. Ann and the home of Marcus Garvey. And I was reminded in many ways why Black Diasporans must join hands. There is healing in seeing ourselves beyond the borders of our environments and present circumstances. This is the power of reflection and Garvey knew it.
Every Diasporan needs access to some place tropical and predominantly black for our physical health and our psyches - at least one foot out of this western madness. When we hold hands across the diaspora we create greater opportunities for ALL of us.❤️🖤💚
Thank you Ocho Rios for welcoming me home!!!🇯🇲✨🐝✨🇯🇲