I don’t think I mentioned this before, but the night I caught my egocentric karmic condition working me over, I went into the bathroom, and began trying to comb out my dredlocks. I rubbed olive, coconut, and sesame oils into them. Wen Intensive Therapy hair mask. Then I lost the ambition, grabbed a pair of embroidery scissors, and chopped them all off.
I actually really liked my dreds. I’d only had them for about 6 or 7 months, and they were deep violet black. But I just didn’t want to take the time to take care of them, and I had that feeling, like it was time to cut my hair again.
The last time I cut it short was in the winter of 2010, I think.
I have made it to day 5, day 6, day 7. Then suddenly I stop, start over again. I don’t mind failing. Each time I fail, i feel like some secret piece of a hidden tapestry is being revealed to me. The image will emerge exactly as it is meant to.
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