Ok. So... To start off I should say that the dreads I started on March 13th were brushed out and redone on May 29th. They're looking and feeling amazing and I'm really happy to have them ^-^ This is only relevant because of something I find to be incredible.

Eleven days ago I found out that I'm pregnant! :] I'm five weeks and four days along and you know what day they count from? May 29th! So my dreadies are also five weeks and four days old <3 I just thought it was pretty awesome to have it line up like that xD

I'm super excited and happy to be bringing a life into this world and I can't wait to experience everything that's in store for myself and my child :]

Paper child

Made of words

Full of pages

Never heard

Crooked spine

Of crinkled paper

Crooked mind

They've ripped and taped her

Ideas here

Cannot be had

Thoughts of your own

Are wicked, bad

But silence births

New words of ink

Her pages fill

When she can think

Paper child

Of paragraphs

Survives on patience

Never laughs

She thrives alone

With pen on skin

Life to words

She's smudged again

She can't undo

What she has done

So overlooks

Keeps moving on

She can't forget

However she thinks

There's no erasing

Words of ink

(I wrote this poem a couple years ago when I was bored in school. I really liked it and found it again recently)

I hear bells as I lie quietly in the dark. There is a tiny slant of oh-so-pale light coming in under the curtains that shroud my window, but I know it is night time because I am not tired... I just dont want to move. I also know that the night is warm because the crickets song is slow and lazy, and the chimes tintinnabulation goes on unfettered. I pluck up the energy to turn onto my belly and slide onto all fours to open my window, my cotton sheets whispering along skin that is still bare after my post-shower nap.

There is a balmy breeze that slips inside and plays along the feathers of my many dreamcatchers. The bells are louder now, but still faint. I remember being told once, long ago, that the sound of a wind chime was the voice of a human soul, a ghost on the wind. I was always comforted by the idea of their stories finding me as I slept, and made it a point to keep them around me always.

Satisfied with the volume of the chimes now that the barrier of my window is no longer in the way, I settle back down, close my eyes, and feel myself being pulled back into the miasma of sleep. I should fix my painting tomorrow. Somewhere outside, a happy frog chirps its contentment, and I am at peace.

I just dreaded my hair last night... My elbows hate me but I think it's SOOO worth it! My friend kept telling me I needed wax, wax, wax...... The idea spooked me and I couldn't understand why, but then I found this site and all the truths about dread wax and it all fell into place... SO GLAD my gut steered me clear of that one!

I've always had the ability to feel vibes (something I think everyone can do, but so many of us are taught to shut it out that only a certain percentage of us actually listen) and the way this site and the people on it feel jus makes me happy :]

I'm excited to make new friends and learn and grow, just like my new dreads ^-^