Yesterday we shared a pizza by the beach, sat on the shaded porch, and colored. S observed, “Grown ups don’t color enough. It’s fun. They don’t smile much either.” I agreed, and said, “very true. please pass the green!”
You can just see the ocean through the coconut trees, from the pizza place, on the sidewalk, by the beach.
I accidentally ordered pineapple, mushroom, and green olive pizza (I wanted black olive). It was surprisingly tasty!!
Then Rasta Carl sat with us for a bit, and explained the history of Rasta (from Africa) and Garifunas, and what their colors mean.
The Rasta colors are red yellow black green, the African flag colors. Red= blood shed by the slaves. Yellow= stolen gold, greed. Green= earth, land. Black= people’s struggles.
The Garifuna colors- Yellow= hope, liberation. White= peace, freedom. Black= death and suffering of slaves. I never knew there was a meaning behind the colors. I might consider wearing them now.
We gathered flowers on the way back to the little house; I try not to pick them if they aren’t in our yard, so mostly I just find them on the sand. S says I need a bumper sticker on my butt, “warning!! stops suddenly for flowers!”
It’s true.
This is what I drew by the beach today…