“After I left home I realized that I was not myself. When does one decide to be oneself? I think that’s what it all comes down to. I decided first to discover life and then decide what I wanted from life – what made me happy, what was easy for me. You see, whatever one is, one must first know the truth about oneself.
Today Barak Obama symbolically seals his triumvirate with King and Lincoln, publicly placing his hand on both their bibles – embodying their visions on MLK’s birthday and 150 years after Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation. His heroic predecessors have been Obama’s inspiration as he deftly navigated his own iconic journey amidst naive idealism, frustrated expectations and ignorant and determined confrontation.
I was awed and humbled to have been in Washington at this time, four years ago in 2009. And I am glad this, yet another historic day, has come. Obama has outsmarted adversarial foe and championed on to prove himself a two-term president. Now he firmly grips the baton to move our human race FORWARD: to put his pragmatic, steel-eyed, indelible brand on the mission to unite our ununited state of inequality.
Wishing @BarakObama a glorious day and a continued success and four more empowering years!!
My beautiful grandmother died today at 82 – May 19, 1920 – July 7, 2012.
I dedicate all of my work on The Jamaica Land We Love GALA in memory of my late grandmother, Olga May Thompson-Stewart-Hanson. In fact, I dedicate it to all Jamaican Grand-Mothers as we are all too familiar with the importance of their care. Mine was my hero, my champion, always consistently steps ahead, planning, plotting, persistently scheming toward my best. What a privilege to honor her on this occasion by employing all I have learnt for my land of birth; not only from her examples, her learned and even more brilliant unlearnedness, but also from all she caused through others, having steered me here. She is indelible, stoic and strong, the grandmaster among my mentors: by all of whom, I am the grateful amalgam, the bliss-filled harmony, the blessed out of many, one. It is sweetly symbolic and ironic that Gran gained her purest independence on this milestone of Jamaica’s 50th. And so I am humbled with the opportunity to offer her this thanks. I am forever in your debt, my sweet, selfless, lady Gran. This one is for you.
For those who won’t stand on the curb of life,
nor watch the parade pass by,
who instead, chose to join the muse,
and brashly walk the line!
“It’s not the critic who counts;
nor the man who points out how the strong man stumbled,
or where the doer of deeds could have done better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena;
whose face is marred by dust and dirt and sweat and blood
who strives valiantly;
who errs and comes short again and again;
who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions
and spends himself in a worthy cause;
who at best,
knows in the end the triumph of high achievement;
who at worst,
if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly;
so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls
who know neither
Our deepest fear is not that we are adequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.> It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves: Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are we not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And, as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people the permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
After 50 years of a beautiful and bliss-filled marriage to my late grandfather – my dear blessed gran remarried in 2002 at 82 years young. My friends love to revel in the tale and I love to tell it, over and over again. Proof, there’s hope for so many yet. Love.