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.
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“…then baby don’t fix it.”
I screwed up my facial routine. Sad, but true—I never gave it any thought until my face began to break out with acne spots here and there. Eh…but how? What did I do?
Well, call me old fashion, hippie or what have you, but I left out my good ‘ole cold cream, coconut oil, and shea butter because I got so caught up with my new CocoaButterMothers Goddess Glow Hydrating Beauty Oil.
Maybe a little over a month and a half ago, King and I had the pleasure of dinner, law talk and good vibes with the lovely Desirée Venn Frederic of the world renowned Nomad Yard Collective and friends. After dinner, Queen gifted me an array of products she uses as well carries in Nomad Yard. Well, me—being the kid in a candy store type—I get home with all my new goodies and go wild with my try-on sessions.
I was in love with everything right from the start…well, except for the “Earth Matter” Natural Deodorant Paste—that took quite some time to get used too. Nevertheless, after my trial and error, Earth Matter is definitely a keeper.
So, when I started using the Hydrating Oil I literally quit all of my other regiments. *Dunce* …seriously, no one told me to quit them, I just got so distracted by how glowy my skin looked after applying the oil. So, about a month into the use I started realizing the nippy Autumn weather was causing my face to feel super dry even with the hydrating oil. The latter started to cause my skin to appear discolored in spots. And of course, we can’t forget the adult acne. All, no-no’s.
So a week of breakouts was more than enough for me to start looking for a solution. I went down the list of the usual culprits like nutrition, stress, menstrual cycle, etcetera—but none of that seemed to be causing the madness.
Then while unpacking my travel bag one day this week—which has been packed for a bit over a month now— I found my exfoliating brush and my cold cream…and that’s when it dawn on me how much I had missed those two.
The first thing I did after throwing my travel bag to the side like a redheaded stepchild—
I’d say it worked! After two days of being back on track with my routine, with the Hydrating Oil added, my acne has begun to subside, my skin tone is evening back out and my face remains hydrated and mosturized—even in this crazy and oh so unpredictable weather.
—Biwa & Andestagōnwa ♥
I anchor my own ship.
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…)
[interior & exterior renovations]
Standing to look at your reflection is hard—but only when your reflection looks nothing like the illusions modern societies insist one’s reflection should mirror. As a result, you cannot stand to look at your reflection; and thus, you could never fathom yourself to be all that you truly are and all of which you have the potential become.
—Biwa & Andestagōnwa ♥
My natural journey started pretty darn basic on the “why I began my locs” scale. By my third year of college I had snipped, cut, colored and style my hair to the point of no return. I had officially grown tired of relaxing my hair and it being in such an unthriving state. I was done with trying to figure out how I wanted to style and keep my processed hair looking nice between relaxings. Nevertheless, I did not readily choose to go natural after coming to any of these realizations within myself.
No, my natural journey began to take shape around year four and following a paradigm shift in my romantic life and personal perspective.
In the beginning of this process, I had no clue what the outcome of my transition was going to look like simply because I couldn’t foresee what natural style I would be rocking. After about three months of still trying to figure out what style resonated best with me, I got to thinking seriously about locs. I’d always admired locs—and all the many variations of types, textures, and stylings. Thus, by the end of my official junior year, I had made my decision—I wanted to lock my hair. So, as soon as I arrived back in Saponi country I made my way into the city and into the salon chair of my tomin [aunt]—there, I placed my order.
At that time she had very little faith in my decision—so little that she refused to cut my relaxed ends for fear I would change my mind before summer’s end. I obliged her love …nevertheless, after spending my summer in the hellish heat of a motorsport camp and managing to perfect the struggle look of madwoman emerging from pool water on a smoldering hot day, I found myself sitting once again in the chair of my tomin—this time prepared more than ever for the big chop.
After it was all snipped and chopped I left the salon a new mahei [woman], and for the first time driving home, half watching the road and half glancing at myself in the rearview mirror, I realized how big my head really was.
Yet, none of that mattered because I was going back to university different, not yet spiritually, but definitely physically and wee bit mentally.
And while family and friends counted down the hours until I came back to their senses—I was busy making a commitment to myself and my itsy bitsy baby-struggle locs—one that said we would never part ways…little did they know upon agreeing to be so ride or die they would be in for one helluva lifetime…or was it little did I know …eh, Tomato—tomáto.
Since the day my dead ends were chopped off—I have grown and learned so much about myself, my life, my love, my world and this universe and the world that we all share. I’ve acquired knowledge beyond measure in the last 5 years and counting—and I know there is so much more I’m meant to overstand. Upon deciding to nurture budding locs I had not given a mental journey or a spiritual journey much, if any, thought. Instead, I began this transition with the intentions of merely going on a physical journey. However, now I know the Universe had been conspiring miraculously—unbeknownst and unforeseeable by me at that time.
Thus, I write to you now and over the days to come many of my reflections, my overstandings, my thoughts and my ponderings—of the many flowers and thorns I’ve had the honor of being delighted and/or pricked by. I can never again in this lifetime or the next be the young woman I was upon my loc’ing day, but before myself I stand an ever-new wombman, changing so delicately as the seasons of the Great Mother of Laurels. Perfect—I am not, but changed I will forever be.
Biwa & Andestagōnwa ♥
[Peace & Love]
—Not-So-Nappy Nahdee [Tañyi, 2016]