okay, last Friday I was very distracted by someone, so I had completely forgotten about this...Anywho, I've made it five weeks without being made to eat meat, or eating it on my own. Yay for me, right??? I'm all excited and stuff. My family is cooking meat as I am writing this, and I feel so sick to my tummach that it is not even funny, I used to be hungry, not i don't feel too well, but ima open the window that I am sitting by..anywho, ah, that's better, fresh wind. I've been eating better for me, not just filling up myself with junk food. Leafy Greens, soy foods, soon i will be getting even better food for me, as I am getting a job quite soon, I'm gonna apply at a few places where I'm sure i will get hired, as people with dreads will fit in quite good at those places. You know what is good? Soy jerky. yuum...I like tofu dogs as well, my sister gagged when she ate hers, hahaha, they taste best when you roast em over an open flame, which we did at a bonfire with my veg friend. anywhoo, I don't quite know what else to put here...OH! I looked up a site, about hippies, cause i've been being called a hippie by someone, and a dirty hippie by my family, so i was like, okay, google. I found a site where it had a whole bunch of information about vegetarianism, which i thought was pretty cool. I JUST got back from the store, with tofu dogs, and tofurkey sambo meat, so I'm all excited...We just got spinach and peas too, so I'm all excited...haha, I'll post more next week! Dinner tonight was a lovely spinich salad with sugar snap peas, home made mac and cheese, and a tofu dog, yumm
By Alicia Burnit, 2010-08-27
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?
I am on week three of my natural dread journey. Yesterday a beauty popped up right on top of my head, I am stoked! I have all these little baby dreads in the back of my head, so the one on top really surprised me. It's been so freeing to just let my hair do its thing and not worry with things looking out of place.
By Hans Christian Sørensen, 2010-08-24
I have for a very long time liked the looks of dreads and wanted to get dreads myself. But 8-9 years ago when I had grown my hair long for the first time, I wanted to get dreads but I thought you had to go to a salon to get them made, but the ridiculous prices kept me away. Then I got rid of my long hair 'cause it was just a big mess and kept annoying me.I kept my hair very short for some years untill the fall of 2007. I didn't really plan on growing back my long hair, but suddenly 6 months had passed without cutting it and I decideed to just let it grow.Then in the fall 2009 my hair had grown pretty long and again it started to annoy me, so I thought I would try and get dreadlocks instead. I did some online/google/youtube research on dreadlocks and did found out methods on how to make them and stuff and NOT TO USE WAX. But I couldn't find anyone to help so I figured I would just let the "professionels" at a salon take care of it instead, now that I could afford it.So on October 16th of 2009 I went to a salon that one of my friends had heard of. It was pretty much a huge fail all the way from the beginning. First of all it was hard to communicate properly with them 'cause they were really bad at both Danish and English. I tried to tell them what I had read online and stuff, but they didn't seem to understand. I sat there for 1 hour and 40 minutes in pain while they carelessly started to backcomb my hair. And no joke, I've leterally never been i so much pain in my life before. And even though I tried telling them it really hurt, there was no change in their rutine to make it gentler for my scalp. It was as if they were in a hurry and just wanted their money and get me out of there. Then when I asked them about the wax issue they looked weird at me and said something like: "But it's the wax that makes them strong." So I ended up taking a bad decision and letting them put wax on/in the dreads, 'cause I thought it might helpt the dreads form in the beginning and I could just wash it out during the next couple of weeks.But they put on a lot more wax than I thought they would and I think I heard they talk about that they had run out of the wax they usually use so instead they used another brand. If I remember correctly it said "Dredwax" (yes, "Dread" without the "a") on the wax container. When they were all done I asked how long they thought it would take before I had mature dreads. They're answer were ONE WEEK!I paid them and left what probably was one of the worst experiences I have had in a very long time. I felt so wrong having to pay that much for beeing in pain for almost 2 hours straight and then ruening me hair with wax afterwards...Around six months later after trying to get rid of the wax, I decided to try and comb out all the dreads. I managed to comb them all out, but my hair was really damaged afterwards.I then let my hair recoup for a while, cut the ends and then on August 21st 2010 I started my new set of dreads, doing it all by my self this time. So NO STUPID SALON OWNERS AND NO FREAGGIN' WAX this time!Now I just hope that with time my still somewhat damaged hair can become real mature dreads this time.Rant over...
August 21st marked my 3rd week of locking up! It has been an interesting process. As I sat back yesterday evening to reflect my newest transition in life, I am in awe with what dreadlock has come to symbolize for me at this point.Lessons I have learned so far:Patience:In the world we live in these days, one gets too used to having things done right away. Technology brings us communication within a blink of an eye, dinner can be ready in as little as 3 minutes, and traveling long distances can be done in a matter of hours (if not less). So here I am, trying to develop dreadlocks that will last my a long time and even though they are starting to bud, the journey is still a while to come. I have learned to treasure each day more and pay attention to little changes here and there. Beautiful things come about with time. My baby dreads has taught me to slow down a little, make note of how things transition themselves and absorb each day with a renewed love for life.Expectations:A valuable lesson I encountered a week ago is the concept of expectations. Expecting things to be a certain way only to be disappointed. Just when I thought all my dreads where locking up equally, several of them came apart and caused me to suffer a bit. This is very true in almost every aspect of our lives. We tend to set expectations of how things will and should be. But when the time comes, as we see it, what we see or experience often times has us feeling gipped. Especially when we put forth a lot of effort and mental work to develop a moment, such as planning a party or even something as trivial as making a desert, it doesn't come out as to how we envision it to be. Perhaps with the media the way it is, we get sucked into the illusion of how things "ought to be". Now, I am just letting my dreads lock up how they will. They may not be picture perfect, but they are mine and each dreads are to be cherished.Attachment:Like anything that has a personal ripple of effect in our lives, we tend to be attached to things emotionally on any level. We get attached to a pet, a car, a lover or even a particular sports team. I found myself becoming overly careful with my hair dreading that I hesitate to touch it too much with fear that I will cause it to unravel. Ridiculous isn't it? I mean, it's only hair, who cares. There are countless beings in the world suffering and I am focused on my hair?!?!? At least I came to that awakening so early on. I am practicing more about "letting go" in the sense that all things come and go and I have no control over it. Hell, I may become bald within the next 10 years, so I have to accept that. With that said, I also have to realize that life just flows. Simply put. It's a profound awakening I think and I look forward to practicing that concept.Growth and stages:Another thing I have come to ponder is the journey of growth and stages of my dreadlock ordeal. I come to appreciate what dreadlocks symbolizes throughout the world, specifically to Hindu yogis and Rastifarians. Most would say that dreadlocks, being a symbol of nature and separation of vanity, are reserved for those that have an inner desire to experience what it means to be pure. I don't mean it in a sense that a person shouldn't be drinking coffee or eating Dunkin-Donuts because of the unnatural state of it (and I am still attached to those things HA!) but more to imply a state of mental clarity. Truth. So what has my dreadlock journey done to instill such a concept? There are three stages of locking and I am at the very beginning; the baby stage. Like a baby, I am learning to deal with the locking process and all that it entails both physically and mentally. Unless you've ever gone natural to grow dreads, I fear this may be lost on your part. It truly is a lot of work to separate the dreads from congo-ing (two or more locks growing together to make one huge dread), making sure the ends of each dreads are not drying out, and lastly, avoiding anything that would condition the hair and scalp which is an enemy to the locking process. I look forward to the teen stage and anyone that knows teens, can get a good idea of the process that is like with hair. Just a rebellious mess of knots, loose hairs and stubborn interlocking.It has been so far a great journey for me. While I know the general masses would find this to be such a ridiculous waste of time to either grow dreadlocks or simply to parallel the lessons one can learn, it is MY journey and one that has spiritual meaning for me. If it makes me a better person, then I'll have all that much more power to me!
So yesterday I tried to get an appointment with my primary, who was unable to see me until wednesday, so I took myself to the ER. Don't you just love good old fashioned discrimination? I personally love it...NOT!I went alone thinking my sinus infection would not put me on as a top priority and the kids would be more work for me than anything else. So I put the oldest in charge (he's 14) and took my tam that I am knitting and drove across town to the hosp.I tell the admitting secretary that I am in horrible pain from my sinuses and that it is my medical opinion that it is a sinus infection and I need antibiotics before it gets any worse. She just looks at me... "you said you are in pain" umm it feels like a tractor trailer ran over my head... "so are you looking for pain medication?" dip tird, I need antibiotics... "ok go over there and a nurse will tell you where to go." so I go and wait...Now I know that we all have a personal responsibility to look a certain way in order not to draw attention to ourselves. We should invest in products and services advertised in the main stream media in order to fit in with the rest of society but it has never felt right to me. I felt stress as a teen because I never had the money to wear designer logos or the cool shoes. My life was revolutionized when I met Sara G. This friend spent a whole year on wardrobe fashions. One year she was on safari so all her clothes reflected it! The next she went all gypsy and had a great time with it! She told me that yeah kids laugh and ask stupid questions but she does what she likes and she isn't hurting anyone! Wow, at that time I was trying so hard to fit in... but she had purple hair, was as tom as she wanted to be and dressed "like a freak" which only translated to AWESOME! So thank You Sara!So now I have dreadlocks and was dressed like shy violet (rainbow brights friend) only crossed with little house on the prairy. Sniffling and knitting away. behind the little curtain I hear an elderly lady telling her daughter in law some of her symptoms (dry mouth, painful hard belly, difficulty swallowing, dizzyness, frequent urination) and asking for a drink. Her daughter in law tells her no you can't drink any water, just wait a while. Lady was only getting more stressed. tells the nurse about all meds and recent changes. I waited till the nurse left and told the daughter from behind the curtain that her mother in law is dehydrated, ask for some water and tell them about the new med. She is also constipated due to dehydration and it is common for this med to cause this. Oh my was she receptive, you think so? I told her I work with the elderly and I see this from time to time when they are adjusting the meds.They leave for some tests and meanwhile the doctor comes in to see me. "So, you're in pain. Tell me on a scale of 1 to 10." no I feel like I can handle the pain I just can't wait fro next week for antibiotics because I have an infection that will not go away. "are you currently on any drugs?" which comes with a look like your eyes are red from smoking like cheech or are there needle marks some place? No, nothing like that.So as I am rolling out of there the lady next curtain over comes back and asks the other nurse where the lady in the next curtain was (me) I introduce myself and tell her that I hope her mother in law recovers and that I will add her to my prayer list. She seemed more suprised that I prayed!So after this ordeal I get my prescriptions and head to the pharmacy where I get the nervous looks from some people.I guess it shouldn't bother me. Usually I have the kids with me so I am more concerned with not losing one or more of them while in the store. I don't concern myself with how I am perceived by others. At work I am confident. My peers might think I have a screw loose but my residents see me and they are so happy they all ask if I will be visiting them and are so happy when I tell them yes! One lady asked me why I don't brush my hair before coming to work. I told her I didn't want to waste a minute of my day that would keep me away from seeing her! She just smiled!I keep my affirmation strong.I am Pranee. A red haired dread locked Gemini. A strong mother, a good wife, a good friend. I am a decent Christian with a testimony to share. I like tattoos, music, and dancing in a field. I am on my way to becoming a hospice nurse. For now I am in nursing and love the experience. I am going to be me no matter what!So I am done. Felt good to get it all out... So, how do you deal with people being negative toward you based on appearance?
I have a problem with my hair. I have had problems for years with it. I have always wanted perfect straight soft hair. I was blessed with frizzy, wavy in spots full head of hair. While most people say that they love a full head of hair, I coveted those with flat hair that wouldn't curl. Those that could step out the shower and have their hair dry straight without the use of products or machines.I started dying my hair when I was 11 and my first experience with straightening my hair was when I was 12. My hair was typically orange and even frizzier since I wanted something that my hair just wouldn't do. As the years went on, I found my love for bleach and we became great friends but only through hair salons. I needed and craved my own "how to" manual so I could do it at home for cheap. Instead of obtaining that how to manual I used my head as it's own mannequin.I spent a whole year last year dying my hair blonde, weaving streaks of brown in and foiling any chance I could. I learned the trade, not without damage, of course. I ended up dying my hair too much and most of my hair broke off in the worst spot, my bangs. One could call me obsessed. I was determined to learn to do this on my own head. Strange, I guess but it was important to conquer this obsession with learning how. I did go to beauty school when I was 19 but I ended up dropping out...yes a beauty school drop out, the school sucked anyways. They liked to dye hair instead of highlight and I wanted Aveda schooling.I grew my hair out for 5 months to its natural but it was still frizzy and poofy. Even my husband says my hair pokes him. (i'm dangerous) So after careful thought and consideration and countless researching on dreadlocks, I chose this for my hair. I started them in June, took them out after the first couple days because it was nuts. Did it again a week later and chickened out. Finally, 3rd times a charm. Crazy, immature, awesome-- whatever you think. I don't care. I didn't do it for anyone. I didn't do it for my husband, although he's a huge fan and my biggest supporter since he hates my tools for my hair. You don't get dreadlocks by not washing them by the way as so many naive people think. You get them because you backcomb a section and then if you want to use wax to keep it, you can or you can go natural. I used wax but a very tiny bit as it helps to keep the frizzy's at bay.In my quiet times, I learned that I need to be set apart from this world and not conform based on my walk with Jesus. I need to be content with my hair since I can't change it anymore. It is a commitment, a long term one to get them to look like how I want them to look, usually taking about 6 months to a year. I chose this for my hair because I am constantly reminded of how people are judged based on how they look instead of how they act and what they are all about. I chose this for my hair because it's easy. I get out of the shower and no tools are needed.So, if you love them or hate them it's your decision but I feel that it's my decision. As far as getting a job in the future, I believe I want to work with those who are accepting of all people. Also, I left out the bangs so I can go conforming at anytime by wrapping my dreads in a bun. And no we don't do drugs. Sold out for Jesus.