When my locs and I agreed to never part, I never knew love would set in and seal that deal tight. Following my return to college with my new do in Tañyi [Fall] 2011 Frank and I began a courtship of the highly unconventional sort.
And from that dance we did all about those chilly montañas came a forever calendar—my locs.
The latter—the theme of my life’s journey across this sea of ever-changing vibes and practices. It never ceases to amaze me how people will insist on trying to convince you that they know exactly what is best for you. Well, in the world I live in my Madre and Padre were arguably the first and last souls capable of mastering the “best for me’s” …and although they did a miraculous job rearing me, cultivating me and preparing me for the life I was to captain, even they will attest that all they actually managed to do successfully for me was love me unconditionally and attempt to always do what they “believed” and/or “felt” was best for me. (more…)