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HP,SD & LLin swedish:nu r det s att jag har suttit p tget i 7 timmar idag , s det knns som att hela helgen har gtt till det , eftersom jag bara har haft en helgdag ledig, resten har jag ju varit p tget. men nu r jag i skolan iaf och ska vll snart sova , men rligt vem orkar ?inte jag iaf , nn gng under veckan skall vi gra om mina dreads , dvs om det dr jvla paketet har kommit , och nej sja inte vaxa jag ska virka ! men behver lite skit till det med snni , blir lite prlor och grejer i dem nu , och s kommer dem vara mycket finare n dessa. i vrigt s saknar jag lite krlek , ingen som knner fr en fika nn dag ? haha :Pnej usch ,. plink plinknamaste !

I live out in the country. Quite close to a bigger city, but this is still in the worst farmland. The neighbors have cows, horses and sheep. And here I have my red little house and my great garden. Gardening and dreads gel well together, in my world. Even though I don't grow weed. Right now I'm making squash pickles, cuz I have so much squash and I don't know what to do with it.Any suggestions what else I can do with all my squash? Or do all you guys only wanna talk about how bad wax and crochets are for dreads? I think we know that already, don't we?Over and out!

My colleges have gotten used to my new hairstyle. Maybe it is because it's not so new anymore. One is getting used to most things if one is exposed to them long enough. But the funny thing is that many of my colleges now even have the guts to express that they like my dreads. That they did not believe it was a good idea initially, but that they now must admit that it looks good and really suits me. To me that is big of my colleges.You must know that I am working in a office environment where you can't look anyhow. One must keep the professional and representative look whatever attributes one has. In other words, one has to keep the balance between tame and wild. Another aspect of my dreads and the acceptance of them is that I am quite old. It is always easier to accept differences in the younger crowd.But what I wanted to say now is that dreadlocks can function as a professional tool. As I said before, I am working with various forms of family therapy and treatment. I am often meeting new people in that job and my dreads are the perfect icebreaker. Kids can be asking why I have sausages in my hair. (A very tricky question to answer.) And youngsters think I'm sooo cool. Some parents can ask if the dreads don't stink. The most common question is how one make the hair like that. But my point is that my hair is very useful when it comes to breaking the ice in the initial meeting with families.Another aspect of dread functionality is that I often refer to my dreadlocks and my self when I want to illustrate "being different". My dreadlocks are a excellent tool for that. And it makes the issue less sensitive, just because it is me wearing those odd things on my head. That makes it easier and less tensed to talk about his/her oddities. If I am odd, then it is much easier for them to talk about how odd they think they are.That is about it for now. Do you find your dreads functional?Over and out!

Friday the 27th at about 1300hrs I arrived back at home, here in France. 2653 miles in just under 29 days.A month of cycling both physically and mentally exhausting made worse with a broken hand and wrist as the result of an unfortunate fall on the fourth day of the trip. Special thanks to Lt Col Haynes for letting me recover at his house.The weather was superb throughout France and Italy, constantly over 30 degrees and hardly any clouds. I raced through Monaco and across to Pisa where I met a young couple who were also doing a bicycle tour and they came with me to Rome and then to Ancona before we parted as they headed south and me north.From Ancona into Germany the weather got steadily worse with the altitude but I continued to eat up the miles, eager to get the Alps behind me. I crossed into Austria via the Brenner pass, going slightly higher than the main road (as it is a motorway I had to use the small side streets). Coming down on the other side it took me 30 mins to get to Innsbruck (30miles) and I hit my top speed of 67mph, overtaking cars, trucks and motorcycles as I rattled along silently screaming to myself all the way down.Once in Germany I spent a day with each of my aunts in Bayern and then took several days to get to the Hoffard's house (old friends of mine) near Stuttgart. It was Lisa's birthday during my stay which did last a little longer then I had planned but was good fun and great to have some rest and nice food. Nice food meaning anything other then stale bread and warm ham, which I had been eating since I started.Leaving Lisa's I had 550 miles to cover to get home, going down to Strasbourg I made use of the flat terrain and made good distances on the first two days before turning west. Most of my night near Strasbourg was spent drinking schnapps and whiskey with a couple of German families. One of them had seen me putting up my tent and having giggled at how small it was offered me some pizza he had just made. I accepted and sat with them talking and they brought out their two bottles which we drank until about 2 in the morning.I left at 8am on the last day and managed to arrive at home just in time for lunch.Over the last 29 days I have cycled 2653 miles, cycled up to 11 hours in a day and hit a top speed of 67mph. The longest distance I cycled in one day was: 186 miles.i am continuing to recieve sponsor money and have more events planned with the poppy appeal when im back in england, hopefully bringing more money to the brave men and women who are prepared to risk everything for others.

I'm crazy about blogging, so I will probably be busy here both now and then. My English is not perfect, but I will try my best.I signed up today. As soon as I poked my nose in here I heard that I was doing wrong in using my crochet needle. That little needle that I was so happy about was causing damage to my hair? Damn it! I was so happy when I finally found that needle a month ago. And I was also very happy that it didn't cost more than a couple of dollars. And I desperately needed that needle, cause I must look representative at work. I'm in family therapy and with the kinda families I work with I just can't stick out too much. I must be neat to a certain extent. And that little needle was expected to be my savior.Now I've been told to throw away that savior of mine. Now I must find other ways to create some kinda neatness in this hair of mine. That will be tough.Anyway, I wrote "Blond dreads in Italy" on top of this. That is because I flew to Italy about a week ago, and I stayed there five days. I had to travel without my precious crochet needle. One can't have things like that in the bag. Terrorists use things like that. I'm always trying to fly light, with only hand luggage. Checking in a bag by Ryan Air is always more expensive than the actual flight ticket is. That meant no crochet.And yes, I understand what you are saying. Without the crochet needle my hair looked worse than ever on top. One must really be busy with that crochet needle all the time.But still, my dreads made success even though I thought they looked terrible. Pisa have a leaning tower, but Pisa don't have many dread heads. And they don't have any blond dread head at all. But last week they had me and they seemed to like it. Dreads somehow open peoples minds. And only a few of the Italians associated my hairstyle with weed or with Rastas. I was happy for that, because I don't smoke weed and I am not a Rasta.I am only a dread head and I love it!But I want you guys to know that I am happy to have found you. I really like this forum!Over and out!

If you read this, be forewarned, it's random and all over the place.It has been about three weeks since I backcombed all of my hair. I layered small on top and larger on the bottom. I used lockpeppa and a dread comb, and nothing else. I could have gone without the lockpeppa, but it did seem to make my hair more "grippy."Anyways, this is my second set of dreadlocks and I feel better prepared for them this time around. I am at a better place in my life and more accepting of things around me. The first few days I found myself palmrolling them constantly, but then I was informed that it was unnecessary. So, now I have just been washing them every two to three days alternating between, the knottyboy bar soap, Dr. Bronners, and baking soda, acv rinses.After stopping the palmrolling and just general messing with my hair I am feeling much more accepting of myself. Some of my locks in the back are very messy, but I don't care. I don't have to look at the back of my head. I am loving every bit of my dreads this time around. There is something so zen about accepting your hair and all of it's flaws.My last set of dreads were chopped off and combed out because I had just gotten divorced and needed a drastic hair change. My marriage was a sad and torturous relationship. My dreads were constantly dyed and palmrolled, and loose hairs pulled in with the "dreadlock tool" and there was waxed gunked into them the first month or two. I was busy making my life's mistakes so that I could learn though.Here I am with my new locks. I don't like that the back seems mostly undreaded or that my hair looks thin to me at the moment, they are beautiful as is. I have begun pursuing my dreams of teaching yoga and next will be building an "earthship." It feels amazing. I am going to the Bahamas in a few months to become a certified yoga teacher. My mind, body, and dreads cannot wait for this experience!Okay, ramble done.Namaste.

I was born bald...the make you wanna lick the palm of your hand and slap the back of a head bald. Not a wisp of hair. My mom always dressed me in pink and ruffles so I wouldn't be mistaken for a boy....um it still didn't stop the same old question, is it a boy or a girl?! I didn't start to grow hair until I was one. But once it started, it did not stop. My hair grew to be very thick, lush, and long.My hair for some reason always tempted boys to pull and tug on my ponytails. I had a couple of fights a year because of this During high school, I dabbled with perms and hot combs. Nothing ever produced results I wanted. I wanted less hair and ease with combing&styling. I wore one style usually, a ponytail in various styles.It wasn't until I moved to the Middle East that I truly began to accept my hair and actually care for it. I became obsessed with everything hair, joined the long hair community fourm, and found henna...my hair food. Deep oil&condition treatments, scalp massages, and henna treatments was the base of my hair care routine. I truly developed a relationship with my hair that led to an understanding of self. As I accepted my hair and got my fingers dirty with love&care...I did the same with myself.My hair grows at a nice rate (2 inches per month if it and my body is treated well), loves certain oils, and it thrives within styles that require it to be coiled (twisted, braided, etc.) together. I would classify it as medium-coarse most of the time, but then again it could be fine-medium....truly it has a texture of its own.How I came to dreadlocks is a mystery to me. I have never wanted or felt moved to dread my hair. I have only ever had one friend with dreadlocks, and now thinking back I am not entirely sure she had dreads. It could have just been twists. In truth it is not I that desire dreads, it is my hair that desires dreads. It is more of a feeling or a calling rather than a desire...I lack the ability to explain.The story of hair

I dream of living in a community where bras are burned, razors are thrown out, and clothing is optional (or even prohibited). I dream of a community not governed by money, but sustained by trade, that focuses not on consuming, but on growing, self-discovery, and love. Where the joy of helping others replaces the greed of more, more, more. I dream of this community growing its own food, building its own shelters, raising its own young. Where a relationship with the trees is not only recognized, but encouraged and necessary. Where your own spiritual growth and the growth of others is paramount. Where peace and love guide all our decisions.Does anyone know of such a place?

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