Tuesday, May 12, 2009

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Lately the sunsets that have eased through my window screen, head straight to my heart.
Yes they do ; )
My eyelids close; my lips form an immediate smile of approval. I welcome in the warmth of the sunset, allowing it to take me home.
A home where...
grandmothers share stories and love
hands are thrown up in gratefulness to Jah
hammocks swing over sandy beaches and lovers footprints
rum scented breezes call my name
yam colored skies burst with salty rainbows
caramel colored dreads swing along the spines of kings
bob marley serenades me underneath the needle of an old record player
hips can't help but find da beat
ah yes the sunset, it takes me by the hand and invites me to paint the most beautiful picture of home.
; )
I want to thank SE'LAH for inviting me over, and allowing me to play at her house. ; )
I love you the most, dear friend.
One love
Christina

18 comments:

SE'LAH... said...

I think you just led me to a beach in Negril. ;-)

Did you know the pen is stronger than the knife? Your pen is an incredible tool.

I cannot thank you enough for this moment of solace.

Coming up after the storm, to find these words on what would be my grandmother's 99th birthday? Simply unforgettable!!!

One love.

elk said...

hi ladies ~wonderful spot here blessings
...
elk

margie said...

jah bless both of you ladies. and please se'lah, could you move over, you are in my sun. a little cottage in negril. don't we wish.

Gayle said...

Christina, that is beautiful and so peaceful!

Katie in MA said...

What a wonderful picture of home. It's certainly a home-ish kind of time in my heart right now.

Thanks for painting such a calming, happy picture!

vchelle said...

Christina, I felt the solitude and the serenity! Beautiful flower and beautiful memories!

Relyn said...

This post, especially this line: yam colored skies burst with salty rainbows makes me want to go. Now.

Anali said...

That was beautiful Christina! Just for a moment, you took me far, far away...

Wanda said...

Did you say "rum scented"? I am there!

My Castle in Spain said...

Hello Se'Lah, i'm here from Christina's blog..
Christina...this is beautiful ! and let me tell you that these "rum scented breezes also call" my name...
xoxo

paris parfait said...

Ah, Se'Lah, thank you for this beautiful little glimpse of Jamaica, via the awesome Miss Christina! What a pleasure. Always a treat to visit here. xo

maddie said...

A home where...
grandmothers share stories and love
hands are thrown up in gratefulness to Jah
hammocks swing over sandy beaches and lovers footprints
rum scented breezes call my name
yam colored skies burst with salty rainbows
caramel colored dreads swing along the spines of kings
bob marley serenades me underneath the needle of an old record player
hips can't help but find da beat
this was a FEAST for the
longing senses

made me want to hop on a plane
and head to negril

I LOVE the way you make poetry out
of everything you touch:)

Christina said...

: ) Just wanted to share the smile you all have given me today. Thank you, thank you.

I hold you close to me heart SE"LAH.
xo

Suvarna said...

Christina your words paint the most perfect poetic images and your photo seals the deal. I would love to visit there someday, thanks for sharing this and thanks Se'Lah for inviting your beautiful friend.
Love,
Suvarna

lisaschaos said...

My favorite lines:

grandmothers share stories and love
hands are thrown up in gratefulness to Jah

I just feel the love and joy!

Tracy said...

Feeling the love, the beauty and the beat...thanks for a window into your world, Christina :o)

sunnymama said...

How beautiful :)

Gillian said...

I now want to go throw "Three Little Birds" on full blast. Bob is THE man.
And if you two ever head back to Jamaica please PLEASE bring me!!! I would love that. Yes! One love. Indeed.
xoxo