How has his music shaped your life?
I went to Jamaica back in ‘99 when I was deep in herb school.
At the time, I was living in a teepee in Boulder, Colorado—living pretty roots.
I was a full-on reggae lover, a Rasta girl, wrapped in turbans, walking the natural path.
When I landed in Kingston, I found myself on the curbside with the locals, drumming on a doumbek, feeling the rhythm of the land.
It was pure magic.
Not long after, my ride arrived, and we stopped for some snacks.
That’s when I met a uniformed government official who asked what I was into.
I shared my passion for herbal medicine, and to my surprise, he asked if I’d do a consultation for the Prime Minister’s daughter.
And so I did—an unforgettable experience.
Settling into Kingston life, Bob Marley, Steel Pulse, and Capleton were the soundtrack of the streets, blasting from speakers scattered throughout the city.
Later that week, I visited Bob Marley’s house on Hope Road.
His story—one we all know, one that has moved generations.
If you haven’t watched a documentary on him, do it.
And while you’re at it, add Rockers to your list.
I sat outside the room where Bob was shot, eyes closed, journeying into what once was.
A green butterfly landed on my hand.
As I opened my eyes, it turned towards me, flapped its wings, and died right in my palm.
The strangest, most mystical moment.
Jamaica is deep in my soul’s remembering.
Though I’m a white girl, the islands, the rhythm, the life—it’s all woven into me.
In honor of Bob, I wanted to share this little piece of my story with you.
What’s your favorite Bob song?
