On the Eve of Month Five...
First, Happy Leap Year Day, everyone!
As I type this, my eyes stray up to the mirror set up behind my laptop. What am I going to write, regarding this happy mess of hopeful dreads? These past coupla weeks have been wonderful. Got up the gumption to comb out a couple of the smaller two-strand twists, T&R them into more desirable-sized locs.
Now that I feel more comfortable with my hair in the locking process, it boggles the mind that I was so dead-set on having uniform dreads. Nothing about me is ordered, anyway. It's beautiful to recognize the hang-ups on programmed insecurities. So much easier to see them at face value, then wipe it out. Lots of deep breaths, always. Tons of growing to do, on so many levels.
What else have I noticed?
My dreams have been amazing. Running the gauntlet fromterrifying to edifying.
Living with vegetarians has made me one by default the past three months, and I can say here and now, I don't think this is going to be a permanent thing for me. My body doesn't feel the same, and I don't dig it. Cutting out factory farms at every turn, for certain, but I think this means I have to get a jump on the rabbit hutch construction. Our chickens won't be ready for the chop til April, and if they turn out to be hens we're keeping them all. We're buying baby ducks next month, and I couldn't be more stoked. I realize that I may have lost a few of you with this paragraph, but I'm not going to defend myself besides saying that I've been a vegetarian/ vegan cook for the better part of six years. I research my own dietary choices and don't push my decisions on anyone else, so keep all self-righteous/preachy comments to yourself, pleaseandthankyou. If you'd like a good book that parallels my dietary beliefs, read The Vegetarian Myth by Lierre Keith. Good Stuff.
Anyway, I'm drifting. I'm really happy this site has a blog space, my hair isn't the type of thing I can go on and on about in my other blogs, and there aren't too many dreadies in this town. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one. It's alright though. As the bumpers say, "You stare at me because I look different, I stare at you because you're all the same."