“does anyone out there like bob marley?”
with that, the first recognizable beats of “could you be loved” started and i can’t even begin to tell you what it felt like.
village square was flooded. everyone jamming and swaying, arms up, waving flags, all singing this bob marley tune sung by his youngest son.
and i don’t know if it was because rastafari was in the air, in all its peace and love, or if it was just the strong wafts of weed, but it felt so much bigger than just a concert.
it felt like unity. to think of all the countries that were represented there, all in one place, singing this one song.
it was incredible.
and you know those moments where everything catches up to you and all the awareness you’ve been missing all shows up at the same time?
that’s what happened. i stopped for a few seconds and suddenly realized, looking around and taking it all in, that i was a part of something that truly is a once-in-a-lifetime. something that people will be talking about for the rest of their lives. something that will never come again.
jammin’ around to a marley, in whistler, at the winter olympics…
i wish i had a picture of the smile i had on my face.
it was pretty big.