Whilst hurricane in Jamaica is something we are attuned to and damage, though costly cannot daunt the national spirit, those in America who face hurricane and cold face a devastating experience.
My heart goes out to those whose flood changed to snow and current could not be restored, to a city where dwellers rely on a stable wage but whose transportation system to work is inactivated, to people who must purchase all their daily needs and whose supply lines are in chaos.
We are vulnerable as humans to both major disasters and to creeping insufficiencies. The Eastern seaboard is suffering from both. God bless and empower their leaders. God strengthen and console the sufferers.
Did you know that when the island community was first opened up to cross world migrations by Moors from Portugal this was done from the western end? St Ann’s Bay, recorded in Seville, and Bluefields Bay for the settlement of Oristan, in particular. These areas have been lightly touched by the recent storm.
Meanwhile, the seat of colonial government and the stronghold of pirating activities, in the east of Jamaica, have been battered by hurricanes and earthquakes on many memorable occasions. At this time memory cannot be without compassion.
On the other hand, we can recall with pride that Bluefields is associated with Captain Bligh’s gift of breadfruit trees and many other fruits brought on his second and most successful voyage. Is this difference of island experience incidental, coincidental, providential or consequential? Some blog considerations will follow but also , a page from Hues of Blackness describing her storm experience
See more views of the south coast in my video trailerwww.youtube.com/Hues of Blackness
Daylight fltering through. Jamaica had a storm battering today and the weather may be overcast, food scarce on the shelves and the debris of battered roofs and all that is moveable lying in the roads but, tomorrow, light will filter through. Look up to the immovable hills of the land we love. Take courage. It has happened before. It will happen again but light always breaks through.
My bed back home
Hectic day. Late night. Look a fright.
Need to say: State not right, I’m out of sight.
There’s no way i’ve time to write.
Long to play but it’s midnight.
What a restorative it is to have feet that are warm and comfortable. I have decided to indulge in six minute blogs. Like pink slippers, they need to be quick to put on, fast and frivolous.
This resolve comes because of a slight disaappointment that could have been a crushing blow, not because it is irreversible, but if you are a newish author securing your first radio broadcast, a glitch can be a significant hitch. Imagine waking up with a bad dream about being unprepared and drying up on air; then battling a frozen email account for much of the day. So much so that the failed pick up on the other end of the international phone line cannot be explained until the cursor unfreezes.
Curse the cursor. Curse the cold. Don the slippers. Try not to feel too old to handle technology with a nonchalant hunch of the shoulder and a wine or a splif. By Thursday the whizzes will have moved in and systems will obediently whirr. In the meantime, shuffle a bit closer to comfort and listen to the cat purr. Eat home-made syllabub made with the last of the 2011 crop and praise the goodly old freezer that does its appropriate thing to preserve the fruit. Timeless selfhood facing up to temporary technical setbacks; surviving to persist again.
Hues of Blackness:A Jamaican Saga
This is the release of my book,. A year on it is selling fast and is an ideal gift for the season, instilling pride, ambition and a spirit of overcoming through the magical history of a uniquely significant nation. Recent reviews are available on the net from Helen Hollick, and others.Links and quotes follow soon.