<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376089305885169007</id><updated>2011-12-25T20:38:54.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Souldance</title><subtitle type='html'>Joyful living is 'souldancing' - our bodies are mere skateboards - our souls are sparkling navigators powered by love-prayer-work!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jean Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12487202068515421315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKc1pv9Yh9E/TihllcO_y8I/AAAAAAAABUM/MGmhVUc8TK0/s220/My%2Bfamily.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376089305885169007.post-2611674971001096410</id><published>2011-12-25T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:38:54.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_4kidiC3040/Tvf4XCsBKdI/AAAAAAAAB1k/v9uiOKCtZEY/s1600/Anthony%2BTurner1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_4kidiC3040/Tvf4XCsBKdI/AAAAAAAAB1k/v9uiOKCtZEY/s400/Anthony%2BTurner1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Actor-Playwright David Heron (left) displays a copy of Jean Lowrie-Chin's 'Souldance' at the November 2011 New York Launch of the book, organised by publicists Anthony Turner (centre) and Dave Rodney, principals of IMAGES Media LLC, and hosted by Ms Gail L Moaney, Executive Vice President of Ruder Finn Inc in East Manhattan. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jamaicaobserver.com/entertainment/Lowrie-Chin-releases-book-in-NY_10204309"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK, USA — Literary arts lovers cheered Jamaican writer Jean Lowrie-Chin at the launch of her book Souldance at the corporate offices of Ruder Finn Inc in midtown Manhattan, New York on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience listened to readings of Lowrie Chin's favourite poems and writings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowrie-Chin was joined at the podium by playwright and actor David Heron, much to the delight of the audience. Heron read three pieces from Souldance and had the audience spellbound with his dramatic modulations and his witty references to Lowrie-Chin, whom he described as his long-time mentor and trusted friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I bought seven copies of the book tonight because I was very moved by the readings," said patron Nikimo Palache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What I heard tonight was beautiful. I did not want to miss the opportunity to give my closest friends autographed copies of Souldance for the holidays," he continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souldance, now available on Amazon.com is a delightful read as it journeys through Jamaica, sometimes making crucial stops to pay homage to outstanding world citizens like Miss Lou, Usain Bolt, Jessie Ripoll and Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamaica's ambassador to the United States Audrey Marks brought greetings, emphasising the importance of celebrating Jamaica's rich culture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4376089305885169007-2611674971001096410?l=poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/feeds/2611674971001096410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2011/12/actor-playwright-david-heron-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/2611674971001096410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/2611674971001096410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2011/12/actor-playwright-david-heron-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12487202068515421315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKc1pv9Yh9E/TihllcO_y8I/AAAAAAAABUM/MGmhVUc8TK0/s220/My%2Bfamily.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_4kidiC3040/Tvf4XCsBKdI/AAAAAAAAB1k/v9uiOKCtZEY/s72-c/Anthony%2BTurner1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376089305885169007.post-1798154975871122236</id><published>2011-09-17T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T10:09:01.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Author, Jean Lowrie-Chin talks about growing up in Jamaica in new book 'Souldance'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FAtHScbV8LM/TnVroX_4GxI/AAAAAAAABag/_3ZyDbqIxRE/s1600/%2527Souldance%2527%2BBookland%2BReading.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FAtHScbV8LM/TnVroX_4GxI/AAAAAAAABag/_3ZyDbqIxRE/s400/%2527Souldance%2527%2BBookland%2BReading.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well-known writer and communication executive Jean Lowrie-Chin reading excerpts from her book entitled: &lt;i&gt;"Souldance"&lt;/i&gt; at Bookland in New Kingston on Saturday, September 10. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sflcn.com/story.php?id=10789"&gt;Author, Jean Lowrie-Chin talks about growing up in Jamaica in new book 'Souldance'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by John Myers Jr&lt;br /&gt;Kingston, Jamaica – Reading enthusiasts were given an entertaining, but provocative perspective on Jamaican life and issues by well-known writer and communications executive, Jean Lowrie-Chin who read from her first publication &lt;i&gt;Souldance&lt;/i&gt; – a compilation of her poems and writings spanning more than 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Bookland in New Kingston on Saturday, September 10, Mrs Lowrie-Chin read excerpts to an expectant audience who were delighted by the refreshing spin placed on her real life experiences and her take on issues that impact the Jamaican society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is an absolute delight to hear her read her poems and her prose. The things she talks about and the way she expresses them resonates with me. Jamaicans and non-Jamaicans everywhere should really get a chance to read it,” said Lillieth Nelson, who was among those who came out to the reading. “I am looking forward to sitting down and reading through.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lowrie-Chin recounted her childhood days in Westmoreland where she spoke of her father's affinity for precision, her mother’s devotion to the church and dedication to ensuring that her children received a good education. She recalled her feisty exchange with Miss Fanny, the family's long-time helper who decided to pack her bags and return home after the episode. She, however, wrote of her reunion in an attempt to make amends with Miss Fanny, having agonised for many years that she had done a grave wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lowrie-Chin recounted her days at Alpha Academy and guidance of Sister Mary Bernadette Little; the influence of late theatre genius Wycliffe Bennett; meeting the late Louise Fraser-Bennett, the then president of the Sound System Association of Jamaica, as well as, attending the 2008 Olympic Games in Beijing, China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who gathered for the early afternoon treat were kept wide-eyed and smiling, with occasional outbursts of laughter and chuckles as she recited poems such as “Your Son Too”, “Jonkunnu Baby”, “Yuh Si Mi” and “Pick-up Time” and her take on “Life's Lighter Side” much to their enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perfect! I love the poetry... I love it!" Howard Byrd exclaimed. “I enjoyed hearing her read from her book because I didn't know her background, her growing up days and her inter-relation with all classes of persons,” he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Souldance&lt;/i&gt; attempts to capture the mood of the Jamaican people, as well as, their thoughts and aspirations. The pieces featured in the book reflect the events that influence positively, as well as, weigh heavily on the Jamaican society. Her poetry is both entertaining and provocative as evidenced by the warnings against the rat race in “Slow Down Child”, to the startling take on the life of Lee Boyd Malvo in “Your Son Too”; they demonstrate that though so much has changed, a lot has also stayed the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The selection of columns are equally amusing as they are inspiring, reflecting on the achievements of outstanding Jamaicans such as the Honourable Louise Bennett, Usain Bolt, Jessie Ripoll(later Mother Claver). They also address some of Jamaica 's most pertinent issues, like the future of Jamaican men, in “A Vision of Our 'Men at Risk'”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Ayton, manager of Bookland New Kingston also enjoyed the session even as she busily attended to customers. “I enjoyed her reading thoroughly. When we first got the book we took it and were browsing through it and said wow! I think I am going to enjoy this book because it is not only funny, it has a little bit of her life, she talks on different subjects, so it covers a lot...” According to Mrs Ayton, “Already people have been buying it since I have put it on display.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean noted that the book was dedicated to her children Anita and Noel and said she was grateful for the support of her husband Hubie. She thanked Bookland's Andrea Ayton, Ricardo Daley and Novelty Trading for their assistance in promoting &lt;i&gt;'Souldance'&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souldance&lt;/i&gt; is published by Ian Randle publishers and is available at book stores islandwide and at amazon.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4376089305885169007-1798154975871122236?l=poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/feeds/1798154975871122236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2011/09/author-jean-lowrie-chin-talks-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/1798154975871122236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/1798154975871122236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2011/09/author-jean-lowrie-chin-talks-about.html' title='Author, Jean Lowrie-Chin talks about growing up in Jamaica in new book &apos;Souldance&apos;'/><author><name>Jean Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12487202068515421315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKc1pv9Yh9E/TihllcO_y8I/AAAAAAAABUM/MGmhVUc8TK0/s220/My%2Bfamily.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FAtHScbV8LM/TnVroX_4GxI/AAAAAAAABag/_3ZyDbqIxRE/s72-c/%2527Souldance%2527%2BBookland%2BReading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376089305885169007.post-7827111690502086709</id><published>2011-07-21T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T11:03:24.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR OUR SISTERS WE RISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p6vJyHXv7qM/TihpvLAnt5I/AAAAAAAABUs/bbCIKuc_MD0/s1600/g-wld-110721-cyrene-8a.grid-8x2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p6vJyHXv7qM/TihpvLAnt5I/AAAAAAAABUs/bbCIKuc_MD0/s400/g-wld-110721-cyrene-8a.grid-8x2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631867593156966290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our sisters cruelly swept away&lt;br /&gt;For our sisters we rise today&lt;br /&gt;In Susan’s name we love today&lt;br /&gt;In Tess’ name we give today&lt;br /&gt;In Vilma’s name we pray today&lt;br /&gt;In Madame’s name we change today&lt;br /&gt;For the nameless ones we work today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In each and every precious name&lt;br /&gt;We call all cowardly acts to shame&lt;br /&gt;The goodness of our sisters dead&lt;br /&gt;Will keep us strong in heart and head&lt;br /&gt;We weep but fear no evil hand&lt;br /&gt;It will not move us from our land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Jean Lowrie-Chin&lt;br /&gt;October 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from 'Souldance'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4376089305885169007-7827111690502086709?l=poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/feeds/7827111690502086709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-our-sisters-we-rise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/7827111690502086709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/7827111690502086709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-our-sisters-we-rise.html' title='FOR OUR SISTERS WE RISE'/><author><name>Jean Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12487202068515421315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKc1pv9Yh9E/TihllcO_y8I/AAAAAAAABUM/MGmhVUc8TK0/s220/My%2Bfamily.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p6vJyHXv7qM/TihpvLAnt5I/AAAAAAAABUs/bbCIKuc_MD0/s72-c/g-wld-110721-cyrene-8a.grid-8x2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376089305885169007.post-4662593607449296913</id><published>2011-05-30T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:57:20.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pon di Riverside</title><content type='html'>By Jean Lowrie-Chin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pon di riverside I ponder&lt;br /&gt;Pon di riverside I pray&lt;br /&gt;Jamaica is a riversong&lt;br /&gt;I’ll praise her every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pon di Rio Grande rafting&lt;br /&gt;On water smooth and fine&lt;br /&gt;Where Errol Flynn and big-shot friends&lt;br /&gt;Had a rollicking good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hope River Parson Bedward&lt;br /&gt;Dip dem in di healing stream&lt;br /&gt;Liguanea and Mona trees&lt;br /&gt;Drink up to bloom and preen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the Rio Cobre gorge&lt;br /&gt;Bushes, rocks and fruit&lt;br /&gt;Flat Bridge warn us, “Watch yuself - &lt;br /&gt;Don’t test this place my youth.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Rio Minho reign supreme&lt;br /&gt;Longest river in the land&lt;br /&gt;She start from Dry Harbour Mountain&lt;br /&gt;And end in Clarendon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in St Ann, Dunn’s River&lt;br /&gt;Give the world some special Falls&lt;br /&gt;Where James Bond bathe in ‘Dr No’&lt;br /&gt;And tourists always call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pon Black River we safari&lt;br /&gt;See crocodile and throw line&lt;br /&gt;It water the bread basket&lt;br /&gt;Keep Jamaica feeling fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Cabarita River&lt;br /&gt;My people fish, plant rice&lt;br /&gt;That river full my granny pot&lt;br /&gt;And mek me grow so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give thanks for all our rivers&lt;br /&gt;Baptising us with grace&lt;br /&gt;Jamaica is a riversong&lt;br /&gt;We are a God-Bless place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Jean Lowrie-Chin&lt;br /&gt;26 May 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Written for the inaugural 'Pon di River' Literary, Arts &amp; Music Festival - kudos to Millicent Lynch, Janet Silvera and Dollis Campbell who pulled off a great event.  Big thanks to the generous owner of Boone Hall Oasis owner/manager Stephen Jones who donated the venue and then pitched in like a lion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4376089305885169007-4662593607449296913?l=poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/feeds/4662593607449296913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2011/05/pon-di-riverside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/4662593607449296913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/4662593607449296913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2011/05/pon-di-riverside.html' title='Pon di Riverside'/><author><name>Jean Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12487202068515421315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKc1pv9Yh9E/TihllcO_y8I/AAAAAAAABUM/MGmhVUc8TK0/s220/My%2Bfamily.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376089305885169007.post-5308791437852596887</id><published>2009-12-30T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T10:10:40.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Souldance now in Jamaica's libraries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SzttkEEHvsI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/7vdn-hFs-ok/s1600-h/image9_500x332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SzttkEEHvsI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/7vdn-hFs-ok/s400/image9_500x332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421047042804268738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Lowrie-Chin presents a copy of her book &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Souldance - Poems and Writings&lt;/span&gt; to Mrs. Karen Barton, Senior Director, Jamaica Library Service earlier this year.  A total of 100 books were handed over - Jean said that she owed a debt of gratitude to the libraries in Savanna-la-mar and Kingston for being oases of knowledge during her childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4376089305885169007-5308791437852596887?l=poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/feeds/5308791437852596887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2009/12/souldance-now-in-jamaicas-libraries.html#comment-form' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/5308791437852596887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/5308791437852596887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2009/12/souldance-now-in-jamaicas-libraries.html' title='Souldance now in Jamaica&apos;s libraries'/><author><name>Jean Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12487202068515421315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKc1pv9Yh9E/TihllcO_y8I/AAAAAAAABUM/MGmhVUc8TK0/s220/My%2Bfamily.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SzttkEEHvsI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/7vdn-hFs-ok/s72-c/image9_500x332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376089305885169007.post-6362205691438446932</id><published>2009-12-17T08:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:27:13.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Visa Required - from 'Souldance'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SypbsI-bx2I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/C4T0F1hYHI0/s1600-h/NEGRIL+Beach+Scene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SypbsI-bx2I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/C4T0F1hYHI0/s400/NEGRIL+Beach+Scene.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416242315748165474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am floating in the sea with my eyes closed. I am six years old again, on a school outing. I picture the tiny huts, no hotels, as we pick our way through the bushes to arrive at the pristine beach. Ah, Negril. Nor winding road, nor exhaust snorting truck will keep me from her beaches. Negril is another country without the interminable airport security checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose myself in nostalgia on my way through Savanna-la-mar. As we drive past Hendon Circle, I am always startled to see the petrol station where our church used to be. Glancing down Great George's Street, I remember the beloved library, the fountain where we posed for many childhood photos, and the little grocery shop where our newly widowed mother had eked out a living. We head to Negril via Lewis Street, looking wistfully at the few tall palms, remnants of the beautiful tree-lined driveway that led to our schoolhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's past Llandilo, Big Bridge and Little London. Big Bridge is where the memories really come flooding back. Still bravely standing, is my grandmother's red-roofed house where we "spent time" during the summer holidays. The land stretched back to the swampy fields near the Cabarita River where my grandparents had farmed rice for nearly 40 years. Their fish pots yielded the best seafood; nothing has ever compared to my grandmother's curried crayfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road grows wider and smoother as we approach the Negril Golf Club, then to the busy town square and onto my favourite road - the Norman Manley Boulevard. Here rustic guest houses sit cheek by jowl with sophisticated hotels and Ossie's Jerk Centre is just a stone's throw from the Gate of Heaven Catholic Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find our favourite spot on the beach, shaded by an almond tree, and gaze at what must be the most magnificent sunset in the world. We talk to a tourist who is ecstatic to be finally in Negril. "This place is so beautiful!" he exults. We have to agree. As I float in the warm sea, the years collapse and I am content to be "a tick of time on God's eternal clock".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As seasoned south coast travelers, we know the best stops on the trip back to Kingston. We buy fresh fish at Belmont, bammies at Whitehouse and pepper shrimps at Middle Quarters. Depending on our appetite, it's either Paradise Patties in Santa Cruz, or curry goat on Spur Tree Hill. No return from the country would be complete without stopping in Porus for fruit to last the week: oranges, bananas, jackfruit, and we pray for starapples and naseberries to be in season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holland bamboos bow us through to the open arms of Mandeville's panorama, and Caymanas' sugar cane waves us into Kingston. No wonder Jamaicans seem so self-assured. Like royalty, we are ushered, guarded, fed and protected by those magnificent sentinels of nature; our mountains are our palace walls. No matter where we go, we take our regal landscape with us. It is reflected in Garvey's eloquent leadership, Belafonte's charming defiance, and Marley's liberating lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I must hand over my footwear in airports and wait for my luggage to be picked through, Negril beckons even more boldly. I am happy to shed my shoes for soft warm sand, rather than the indifferent stares of security officers. We need no visa for the trip to the world of our young lives, no passport for a rite of passage from which we emerge refreshed and re-energised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4376089305885169007-6362205691438446932?l=poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/feeds/6362205691438446932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-visa-required-from-souldance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/6362205691438446932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/6362205691438446932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-visa-required-from-souldance.html' title='No Visa Required - from &apos;Souldance&apos;'/><author><name>Jean Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12487202068515421315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKc1pv9Yh9E/TihllcO_y8I/AAAAAAAABUM/MGmhVUc8TK0/s220/My%2Bfamily.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SypbsI-bx2I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/C4T0F1hYHI0/s72-c/NEGRIL+Beach+Scene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376089305885169007.post-1239489676445888052</id><published>2009-12-14T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:59:48.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beverley East: 'Reading Souldance was sheer bliss'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SycIrYraGvI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/fODH3UjqP2k/s1600-h/writes-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SycIrYraGvI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/fODH3UjqP2k/s400/writes-logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415306618388224754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Article Published in Pure Class, Sunday Herald&lt;br /&gt;  Sunday, August 9th, 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing is everything, and wasn’t I happy to know that I would be in Jamaica by the July 24. What was happening on July 24? The birth of a new book and of course, I had to be there to share the joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am able to keep abreast of all events globally from the advancement of technology and the new phase of Facebook. There it was posted under the events page, “An invitation to join the author Jean Lowrie-Chin for a signing of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Souldance&lt;/span&gt;. The date was set in stone in my diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived the day before wiped out from a long flight and then a series of meetings during the day on Friday - the 90-degree heat wasn’t helping me to move any quicker. But at 6 p.m. I jumped in a cab and headed for 62 Shortwood Road, Kingston 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver looked at me a little confused. “62 Shortwood … What’s it near?” he asked. “It’s the Stella Maris,” … he interrupts me and his face lit up. “Oh, Stella Maris , why you never say dat before? I used to take the nuns back and forth,” he said with pride and our conversation continues until I arrive there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was filled with introductions, music, readings and a grand finale with a couple of songs from the balladeer, the great Boris Gardiner. The refreshments were a combination of easy cook fritters and simple ready made rice dishes, juices and other goodies provided by Jean Lowrie-Chin’s clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seduction of Souldance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing is everything but when I came home with my precious copy I wanted to read it then and there, but I couldn’t. Over the weekend, I had to prepare myself for a fraud court case. But like a disobedient child I kept peeking into my book and reading some of the poems and the articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although I consider myself a very disciplined person I just had to stop what I was doing, and relax, find a comfortable chair by the window where I could feel the breeze on my face and exhale and absorb the seduction of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Souldance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is filled with many poems and a patchwork of articles, which express the fullness of Jean Lowrie-Chin’s life. Both the articles and poems give you a guided tour, step by step like a dance of her life from being one of four growing up with a doting stepfather, to parenthood, to the pride of watching our Jamaican athletics magic in Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Souldance was sheer bliss. It stirred my soul, and my emotions danced and slipped to the cadence of her poems, which I equally loved - especially &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pick-Up Time&lt;/span&gt;, which reminded me of when my son was so young and although many of the articles touched my soul the pride of living in Jamaica is expressed with such pride through &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No Visa Required&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Best of Times in Beijing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4376089305885169007-1239489676445888052?l=poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/feeds/1239489676445888052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2009/12/beverley-east-jean-lowrie-chin-complete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/1239489676445888052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/1239489676445888052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2009/12/beverley-east-jean-lowrie-chin-complete.html' title='Beverley East: &apos;Reading Souldance was sheer bliss&apos;'/><author><name>Jean Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12487202068515421315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKc1pv9Yh9E/TihllcO_y8I/AAAAAAAABUM/MGmhVUc8TK0/s220/My%2Bfamily.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SycIrYraGvI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/fODH3UjqP2k/s72-c/writes-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376089305885169007.post-6290714060849163997</id><published>2009-11-22T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:11:55.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review by Huntley Medley published in the Sunday Gleaner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SwnuuTZOTBI/AAAAAAAAA3o/vshnAW_Et8c/s1600/Book+signing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SwnuuTZOTBI/AAAAAAAAA3o/vshnAW_Et8c/s400/Book+signing1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407115306882452498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowrie-Chin chats with Angela Patterson at the Launch of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Souldance&lt;/span&gt; last December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communications guru Jean Lowrie-Chin has launched her maiden collection of writings – &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Souldance&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, highlighting in the process, a side of her that is not as well known as her 30-odd years in public relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Souldance&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a work of literary art that presents a celebration of life so vividly captured even before your begin to turn the pages. For the cover, well known Jamaican artist Viv Logan has provided an awe-inspiring rendition of life in its most innocent depiction yet laced serious social, cultural and religious symbolism. Her work, Cherubs Gone Rasta depicts two dreadlocked children at play sharing ripe berries picked, no doubt, from their lush garden backdrop. These children are perfect icons of the free spirit that produced &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Souldance&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and their growing pains, loss of innocence and concern for their changing world are etched in the ensuing dance of words with varying movement and tempo over the work’s 170 pages.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Family is a recurring theme in this first section of the book with works dedicated to her father and to her children, Anita and Noel, to whom &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Souldance&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is also dedicated. 'Pick-Up Time', dedicated to her children, like none other, underscores family. Soaring profits, gourmet lunch, important clients and incoming contracts are not enough to interfere with a caring mother’s daily preoccupation with picking up her children. For that and their sublime laughter time freezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the author’s immediate family is brought into focus, there is no doubt that she views her Jamaican society and the big wide world around her as her extended family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Lowrie-Chin achieves much in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Souldance&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She philosophizes, dreams, empathizes make social comments, enters the skin and minds of her subjects and urges humanity to take another look at itself through the mirror of time and one’s own actions. In &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Souldance&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Jean Lowrie-Chin has a lot to say and does so beautifully and with power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Part II of the work which is subtitled 'Growing Pains', Jean Lowrie-Chin steps boldly into the realm of the reality of personal social experiences. In this section the Cherubs have come of age and whether it is 'Loving Free', 'Goodbye', 'Separate', 'Wedding Vows Revisited', or 'I Want You Back', she delves into the emotions and takes us on the journey that is her life and that of her loved one, husband Hubie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Souldance&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is incisive social commentary.  The piece 'Yu See Mi' dramatically sums up the class divisions and economic disparities that drive much of the crime and violence in the Jamaican society. But it does more than that. It also explores the psychological dimensions of the problem and urges the show of respect and tangible expression of concern that must be the starting point and main engine of any sustainable solution to the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In keeping with theme of social responsibility that recurs throughout the work, and is summed up in 'God’s Unblinking Eye', all the author’s proceeds from first quarter sales of the publication was donated to the Stella Maris Foundation and Food for the Poor.  Driven by a belief that in the absence of sharing none of us, rich or poor, will be able to survive, Jean Lowrie-Chin reminds us that “Our deeds are our unending story.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the measures of poetry are the quality of the beauty it evokes and its emotional power, then &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Souldance&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fits the bill as being both beautiful and powerful. True to its promise, the poems of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Souldance&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are written mainly in the free verse that is like oxygen to a work of this texture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third section of the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Souldance&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; – titled 'The Power of Words' – is a collection of her more recent articles and prose writings that continues the dance through (not around) the issues of the day with thoughtful reflection, sharp analysis, relevant commentary and useful recommendations. Of note is the piece, “The Rendezvous of Conquest,” about the fastest man in the world, Usain Bolt and President-elect of the USA, Barack Obama, remarkably, written in June 2008 – months before their stunning triumphs and Jamaica’s Beijing experience.  (Excerpts from review by Huntley Medley published in the Sunday Gleaner)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4376089305885169007-6290714060849163997?l=poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/feeds/6290714060849163997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2009/11/review-by-huntley-medley-published-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/6290714060849163997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/6290714060849163997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2009/11/review-by-huntley-medley-published-in.html' title='Review by Huntley Medley published in the Sunday Gleaner'/><author><name>Jean Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12487202068515421315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKc1pv9Yh9E/TihllcO_y8I/AAAAAAAABUM/MGmhVUc8TK0/s220/My%2Bfamily.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SwnuuTZOTBI/AAAAAAAAA3o/vshnAW_Et8c/s72-c/Book+signing1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376089305885169007.post-6354348090138097504</id><published>2009-11-06T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:19:25.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful South Florida Launch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SvSgzS8fG-I/AAAAAAAAA2g/m9oXoG5mNnI/s1600-h/%27Souldance%27+in+S+Florida+-+Cons+Gen-+Amb+Cobb+et+al.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SvSgzS8fG-I/AAAAAAAAA2g/m9oXoG5mNnI/s400/%27Souldance%27+in+S+Florida+-+Cons+Gen-+Amb+Cobb+et+al.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401118656243375074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SvSguxtYuWI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/kwL1R9nMedI/s1600-h/1Sonia+and+Jean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SvSguxtYuWI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/kwL1R9nMedI/s400/1Sonia+and+Jean.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401118578602195298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SvSgqYpzaaI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/9EMUazFTHII/s1600-h/FFTP+%27Save+me+a+Seat%27+Amb+Cobb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SvSgqYpzaaI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/9EMUazFTHII/s400/FFTP+%27Save+me+a+Seat%27+Amb+Cobb1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401118503156804002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of launch above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graced by the presence of the renowned philanthropist Hon Sue Cobb, former US Ambassador to Jamaica and retired Secretary of State for Florida, and Hon Sandra Grant-Griffiths, Jamaica's Consul General South Florida, the launch of 'Souldance' went swimmingly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big thanks to Senior executives at the South Regional-Broward College Library, Nancy Ansley and Valrie Simpson for their support, Susan James for sepaking so movingly on Food for the Poor's work in the Caribbean, and Christine Craig for publicity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge appreciation to the Florida-Caribbean media reps, colleagues, friends and relatives including my daughter Anita for her management of the books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4376089305885169007-6354348090138097504?l=poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/feeds/6354348090138097504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2009/11/wonderful-south-florida-launch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/6354348090138097504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/6354348090138097504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2009/11/wonderful-south-florida-launch.html' title='Wonderful South Florida Launch'/><author><name>Jean Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12487202068515421315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKc1pv9Yh9E/TihllcO_y8I/AAAAAAAABUM/MGmhVUc8TK0/s220/My%2Bfamily.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SvSgzS8fG-I/AAAAAAAAA2g/m9oXoG5mNnI/s72-c/%27Souldance%27+in+S+Florida+-+Cons+Gen-+Amb+Cobb+et+al.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376089305885169007.post-8722499750483096045</id><published>2009-08-30T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:57:21.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyrone Reid's review</title><content type='html'>Review of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Souldance&lt;/span&gt; by Tyrone Reid from www.blogcritics.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The endearing photo of two youthful angels on the cover of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Souldance: Poems &amp; Writings&lt;/span&gt; (Ian Randle Publishers, 2009), Jean Lowrie-Chin’s astonishing debut collection of her columns, prose and verse, is an excellent indicator of the nature of the book’s content. Touching, sensitive and captivating, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Souldance&lt;/span&gt; is brimming with universal themes of love, family, community and struggle. The care and quality with which Lowrie-Chin crafts her pieces equally appeals to readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souldance&lt;/span&gt; captures the work that has flowed from the pen of one of Jamaica’s recognizable public relations professionals and newspaper columnists for nearly 30 years. Lowrie-Chin’s affection and concern for her homeland, the inimitable bond she shares with relatives and her thoughts on life and humanity are showcased through sterling prose and poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/Sps7qeSItdI/AAAAAAAAAuk/R1qo2mRrEaA/s1600-h/JELOWRIE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/Sps7qeSItdI/AAAAAAAAAuk/R1qo2mRrEaA/s400/JELOWRIE.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375956181066495442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the standouts that gripped me is “A Dad for All Seasons,” a moving account of the life and legacy of J.E. Lowrie, the author’s accountant father who we are told took his last breath (he died of an arthritic condition) in 1977 while whispering prayers in the company of his darling wife.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;While shedding light on a rich family history, the piece also powerfully captured a striking father-daughter bond. “Dad threw himself into the role of father with a gusto that I have rarely seen in biological fathers. Every Saturday was library day, and after we carefully selected our books, we would be taken to the old Oxford Pharmacy for ice-cream. No wonder we all went into communications – he made the written word sweet for us,” Lowrie-Chin writes. Her ‘daddy tribute’ is a perfect companion piece for “My Mother’s Working Love,” a salute to her mother, Maisie Lowrie, now in her eighties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, selections like “Jamaica: Treasure Island,” “Best of Times in Beijing,” and “A Vision of our Men at Risk” illuminate Lowrie-Chin’s devotion for her island home and her tirelessness in championing our people. Her poetry, written mostly in free verse, is peppered with truisms and her reflections on an existence too many of us take for granted. In “Let’s Fly,” for example, she observes, “One day it hits you/You know the bitter truth/That nothing lasts forever/Especially your youth.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s also not afraid to take a proper look at the woman staring back from the mirror: “Thirty grabbed me round the waist…in thirty’s twirl I found no time for bitterness or regret.” (from “Thirty”) or feel like a girl again, enveloped in the love of her beloved husband, Hubie: “Now the poinciana through the window/ Is beautiful again/And Neil Diamond sounds sexy again/And I can understand a sentence/Without reading it again/I can smile in the dark/You love me…/Again.” (from “Again”).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a modest 170 pages and split into three sections, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Souldance&lt;/span&gt; is a valuable and breezy read. My only quibble? The poems could have been interspersed throughout the book instead of packed to the front to make for a more balanced arrangement. But that takes away nothing major from the overall enjoyment of Lowrie-Chin’s writing. As it is, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Souldance&lt;/span&gt; chronicles the experiences and ideology of a woman, a “breathless messenger” intensely in love with God, family and country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4376089305885169007-8722499750483096045?l=poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/feeds/8722499750483096045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2009/08/tyrone-reids-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/8722499750483096045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/8722499750483096045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2009/08/tyrone-reids-review.html' title='Tyrone Reid&apos;s review'/><author><name>Jean Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12487202068515421315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKc1pv9Yh9E/TihllcO_y8I/AAAAAAAABUM/MGmhVUc8TK0/s220/My%2Bfamily.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/Sps7qeSItdI/AAAAAAAAAuk/R1qo2mRrEaA/s72-c/JELOWRIE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376089305885169007.post-6839622314893624254</id><published>2009-08-30T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:20:27.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Pick-Up Time' from Souldance</title><content type='html'>The day is looking positive&lt;br /&gt;Our profits set to climb&lt;br /&gt;But already I am counting&lt;br /&gt;The hours&lt;br /&gt;To pick-up time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re very important&lt;br /&gt;This gourmet lunch divine&lt;br /&gt;In spite of that I’m counting&lt;br /&gt;The minutes&lt;br /&gt;To pick-up time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really glad you called to say&lt;br /&gt;The contract is now mine&lt;br /&gt;But I must confess I’m dashing&lt;br /&gt;It’s seconds&lt;br /&gt;To pick-up time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children rush to get front seat&lt;br /&gt;Their laughter is sublime&lt;br /&gt;Freeze the moment&lt;br /&gt;Stop the clock …&lt;br /&gt;I live for pick-up time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Jean Lowrie-Chin&lt;br /&gt;October 2001&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4376089305885169007-6839622314893624254?l=poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/feeds/6839622314893624254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2009/08/pick-up-time-from-souldance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/6839622314893624254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/6839622314893624254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2009/08/pick-up-time-from-souldance.html' title='&apos;Pick-Up Time&apos; from Souldance'/><author><name>Jean Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12487202068515421315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKc1pv9Yh9E/TihllcO_y8I/AAAAAAAABUM/MGmhVUc8TK0/s220/My%2Bfamily.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376089305885169007.post-4425604237126986402</id><published>2009-08-30T13:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:41:28.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Souldance' supports Food for the Poor 'Save me a Seat' campaign</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Photos courtesy of William Beard Jr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/Sprpts5EJAI/AAAAAAAAAuM/dEPJu52z8tw/s1600-h/priests+FFTP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/Sprpts5EJAI/AAAAAAAAAuM/dEPJu52z8tw/s400/priests+FFTP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375866076574000130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Burchell and Msgr Mike try out the sturdy desk-chair units being offered by Food for the Poor. Jean Lowrie-Chin, fellow Board Member, donated proceeds from the sale of her book 'Souldance' towards purchasing some of the units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SprobmFu-HI/AAAAAAAAAuE/IBllKD5pl8Y/s1600-h/CAST+2009_0722Lowrie_Chin_Reading0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SprobmFu-HI/AAAAAAAAAuE/IBllKD5pl8Y/s400/CAST+2009_0722Lowrie_Chin_Reading0103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375864665998817394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FFTP Chairman Fr Burchell McPherson, Board members Msgr Michael Lewis and Jean Lowrie-Chin, with participants in the readings (l-r) Dwight Richards, Hubie Chin, Etmour Williams, Ruth HoShing, Boris Gardiner and Molly Brown, head of the Stella Maris St. Vincent de Paul Society and Chris McDonald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SproKjgD2jI/AAAAAAAAAt8/gs2jvFsSYVU/s1600-h/BORIS+GARDINER+APPEALS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SproKjgD2jI/AAAAAAAAAt8/gs2jvFsSYVU/s400/BORIS+GARDINER+APPEALS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375864373246155314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boris Gardiner sings for support of 'Save Me A Seat Campaign'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4376089305885169007-4425604237126986402?l=poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/feeds/4425604237126986402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2009/08/souldance-supports-food-for-poor-save.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/4425604237126986402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/4425604237126986402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2009/08/souldance-supports-food-for-poor-save.html' title='&apos;Souldance&apos; supports Food for the Poor &apos;Save me a Seat&apos; campaign'/><author><name>Jean Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12487202068515421315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKc1pv9Yh9E/TihllcO_y8I/AAAAAAAABUM/MGmhVUc8TK0/s220/My%2Bfamily.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/Sprpts5EJAI/AAAAAAAAAuM/dEPJu52z8tw/s72-c/priests+FFTP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376089305885169007.post-4594974375666395565</id><published>2009-08-30T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:57:29.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading and Signing at Alpha - my alma mater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SprmgQqXI8I/AAAAAAAAAts/6AUIkwc8PO0/s1600-h/P1266909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SprmgQqXI8I/AAAAAAAAAts/6AUIkwc8PO0/s400/P1266909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375862547122955202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting copies of 'Souldance' to the Alpha Academy Library in the presence of the legendary Sister Mary Bernadette who is lauded in two chapters of the book: 'Alpha: The Power of One' and 'Growing up as Royalty'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SprmTmCaXNI/AAAAAAAAAtk/pWcpZUPTPNI/s1600-h/P1266897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SprmTmCaXNI/AAAAAAAAAtk/pWcpZUPTPNI/s400/P1266897.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375862329522674898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/Sprmt9SLIFI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ITxAbU1V83U/s1600-h/P1266922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/Sprmt9SLIFI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ITxAbU1V83U/s400/P1266922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375862782439399506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4376089305885169007-4594974375666395565?l=poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/feeds/4594974375666395565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2009/08/reading-and-signing-at-alpha-my-alma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/4594974375666395565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/4594974375666395565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2009/08/reading-and-signing-at-alpha-my-alma.html' title='Reading and Signing at Alpha - my alma mater'/><author><name>Jean Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12487202068515421315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKc1pv9Yh9E/TihllcO_y8I/AAAAAAAABUM/MGmhVUc8TK0/s220/My%2Bfamily.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SprmgQqXI8I/AAAAAAAAAts/6AUIkwc8PO0/s72-c/P1266909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376089305885169007.post-8104842044124027289</id><published>2009-08-30T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T10:23:18.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review by Barbara Blake-Hannah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/Spq1fTu4FbI/AAAAAAAAAtc/eJOeYk2WtUU/s1600-h/Barbara+Blake-Hannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/Spq1fTu4FbI/AAAAAAAAAtc/eJOeYk2WtUU/s400/Barbara+Blake-Hannah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375808654697567666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW BOOKS ON MY SHELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://barbarablakehannah.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souldance&lt;/span&gt;, Poems and Writings by journalist and PR guru Jean Lowrie Chin (Publisher Ian Randle Publishers) attracted me primarily because of the lovely cover illustration of two dreadlocksed black cherubs draped in Red,Gold and Green banners. Jean is not shy to bare her life and her soul in her poems. Two of my favourites are her amusing “My Chinaman Jumped to the Riddim of Jah” that speaks of her Chinese-race husband enjoying his total Jamaican-ness, while ‘Pick Up Time” tells of the joys of collecting her children from school, children adopted from “… those nameless ladies, through whom the good Lord sent my babies.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half the book contains poems in both English and Jamaican, while the other half contains selected essays from her years as a newspaper columnist. Jean’s writings began as an Alpha schoolgirl and continue even as she steers the media campaigns of Jamaica’s biggest corporations. This is one of those books worth adding to the collection of Jamaican literature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4376089305885169007-8104842044124027289?l=poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/feeds/8104842044124027289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2009/08/review-by-barbara-blake-hannah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/8104842044124027289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/8104842044124027289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2009/08/review-by-barbara-blake-hannah.html' title='Review by Barbara Blake-Hannah'/><author><name>Jean Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12487202068515421315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKc1pv9Yh9E/TihllcO_y8I/AAAAAAAABUM/MGmhVUc8TK0/s220/My%2Bfamily.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/Spq1fTu4FbI/AAAAAAAAAtc/eJOeYk2WtUU/s72-c/Barbara+Blake-Hannah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376089305885169007.post-685121632740724505</id><published>2009-08-26T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:22:31.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From SOULDANCE - 'A Flowers Fi Di Dread'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SpW396q8sHI/AAAAAAAAAs8/5xE7IsXStIM/s1600-h/Bob+Marley1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 84px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SpW396q8sHI/AAAAAAAAAs8/5xE7IsXStIM/s400/Bob+Marley1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374404004685852786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I joined the long procession to pay respects to Bob Marley as his body lay in state in Jamaica’s National Arena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Righteous! A flowers fi di Dread!” &lt;br /&gt;The man salutes &lt;br /&gt;My ribbon-tied rose &lt;br /&gt;As we inch towards the Arena&lt;br /&gt;Sun hot, heart warm&lt;br /&gt;One love for Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps slow to the beat &lt;br /&gt;Of the mournful drums&lt;br /&gt;Chests heave, eyes mist&lt;br /&gt;To see our sleeping star&lt;br /&gt;Still – too still&lt;br /&gt;With his silent guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gentle man puts the rose&lt;br /&gt;Intensely red &lt;br /&gt;beside the Dread.&lt;br /&gt;Jah give&lt;br /&gt;Jah taketh away&lt;br /&gt;Jah live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4376089305885169007-685121632740724505?l=poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/feeds/685121632740724505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2009/08/flowers-fi-di-dread.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/685121632740724505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4376089305885169007/posts/default/685121632740724505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-lowrie-chin.blogspot.com/2009/08/flowers-fi-di-dread.html' title='From SOULDANCE - &apos;A Flowers Fi Di Dread&apos;'/><author><name>Jean Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12487202068515421315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKc1pv9Yh9E/TihllcO_y8I/AAAAAAAABUM/MGmhVUc8TK0/s220/My%2Bfamily.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0eKSiygSDw/SpW396q8sHI/AAAAAAAAAs8/5xE7IsXStIM/s72-c/Bob+Marley1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
