“Love to see when ya groove wit da rhythm. ‘Cause I love to see when you’re dancing from within.”
Small sample of the words sung by Bob Marley in the soothing “Jump Niabinghi”, from the album “Confrontation.” Each time I listen to this song, I get chills on my spine and I smile from ear to ear. Ain’t music grand like that? The funny thing is that I don’t even listen to this song that often. It just happens to come on when I need a little lift. Like I said yesterday, Bob is magical like that to me. Whenever the world seems grey, all I have to do is put on the headphones, play a little Bob, and the grey turns into a rainbow of colors…..like I said, it gives me chills.
Oddly enough, considering my passion for the song, I’ve never done any research on the history/meaning of it, but I don’t need to in order to get what I need. To me, the lyrics I’ve quoted don’t refer to any sort of physical movement; rather, they speak to being in harmony with the universe, with your Self. That feeling you get (I do, at least) when you know deep down in your soul, without question, that life is moving along exactly as it should. It’s such a beautiful feeling. When you try to go it alone, life can slap you around pretty hard, but if you give yourself a little quiet time to reflect each day, things tend to fall into place. Now I’m not suggesting that everyone sit cross legged and chant (although if that’s what floats your boat chant away). Reflection/meditation/whatever you want to call it comes in many forms. Some paint, some write, some sing, some exercise, well, you get the point. Whatever it is that allows you to detach from the demands of your daily existence, the restrictions that we all directly or indirectly place on ourselves, do it…..a lot. It’s easy to make excuses and say that you don’t have time in the day, but you’d only be cheating yourself. Even 10 minutes each day can change your life. People search their entire lives for material things to make them happy, when all they really need to do is sincerely look within. It’s that simple. Don’t get me wrong, material things certainly make life easier, and I think it’s just fine to try to attract them, but I just don’t believe you’re likely to become materially rich until you’re whole within. It’s possible, but not likely. So Turn Your Lights Down Low, try to steal a few minutes for yourself each day, and see if you don’t feel better because of it. And remember, the more you practice, the better you’ll feel about yourself, your life and the world. It’s pretty obvious that the world needs all the positive energy we can generate.
If anyone is still awake after that rant, here are a few things online that I find humorous:
-Terrible Terry Tate: Office Linebacker, from the old Reebok commercials Here’s a link for your enjoyment: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6238953685626218421
Sweet Mary, that’s hilarious. “…you Kill the Joe, you make some mo!” Thanks to one of my best buddies, Jeffrey, for reminding me of Triple T this morning.
-Bud Light “Real American Heroes. In my opinion, even better than the “Real Men of Genius” ads, probably because most of them are too politically incorrect to have made the radio. My personal favorite is the “Mr. Silent Gas Passer”…..classic. Enjoy: http://contemporaryinsanity.org/audio-video/bud-light-real-men-of-genius.html
-The Bud Light aforementioned “Real men of genius” ads. I suggest Mr. T-Shirt Launcher Inventor. Here you go: http://www.budlight.com/index.html Click “Real Men of Genius” on the right. Some are funnier than others, but they are all super witty.
That's all I've got for today. Hopefully I got you to think and laugh all in one short post. If not, I enjoyed it, and that's all that really matters.
TWF
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I love Marley. I love a lot of music, but thers a magical connection (not to steal your words) that I have with his music.
I had a dream once, years ago, that I was in war trench covered in dirt. It was pouring, but all I could hear was the shower of men shouting and gun fire. The occasional fire ball of destruction exploded in the distance. I hunkered there, beneath an old naked tree. I remember the tree distinctly because it was the only think with in the scene that was an image of peace. It was dead, I think.
Just as I was about to lose my mind, when I had decided that there was nothing more worth fighting for and I had no desire to say in the battle.... I had just up crawled out of the trench to run head on into the battle field....when suddenly...
A hand grabbed me and pulled me back. I turned to see a familiar face. His dark skin and eyes were not disguised by the mud that covered them. He removed his camouflage helmet to release his captive dreadlocks. There were far more of them then there was helmet. "how did he do that" I wondered.
He did not speak just held my hand, then pointed of to the horizon. Everything suddenly calmed. I could still see the battle unfolding, but there was no sound. Then over the horizon a sun began to rise, rain began to slow, and flowing from over the hill... seemingly from the sun itself, I heard this song,
"one good thing about music, when it hits you feel no pain. Hit me with music, hit me with music...."
I felt safe, inspired, in awe. I turned to look at him, to speak to him, but as I turned my head I awoke.
I will never forget that dream!
(and if you are wondering, yes, I have a lot of very strange vivid LONG dreams. lol I could make a blog all about them, I fear though I might be giving to much of myself away.)
much luv~d
That's an awesome story. I bet you've felt even closer to his music since the dream. Have you ever seen any biographical videos of him? They provide a whole different level of closeness to such a wonderful person. At the very end of the song "Turn your lights down low" (Lauren Hill with Bob dubbed in) off the "Chant Down Babylon" album (all cover songs....you probably already know this)Bob's laugh is edited in.....such a magical thing to listen to. Not to sound to corny, but it literally brings tears to my eyes. It's like God himself laughing at his children. Very poignant.
As for your dreams, I'm sure there are things to keep to yourself (Lord knows there are in mine), but you shouldn't be afraid to share. I think most of us here in blog world are sharing sides of our lives that we never imagined we would. My last few posts were certainly a step out for me. I debated whether or not to hit "publish" more than once, but it always feels good once I do, AND, it expands my comfort level, which is always healthy. With that said, there is always a certain amount which needs to be saved to a super secret personal journal!
Man I haven't thought about TTT in a while. I remember playing those things in slow-mo. Every office needs a TTT
Absolutely. I can think of about 10 people off the top of my head that need to be laid out TTT style.
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