Friday, December 17, 2010

7 Years and Still No Itch

This is a long shot view of my pulled back locs. Katie and I liked the pink this day. It has been so long since I posted. I wanted to do something, even if it is small, to acknowledge 7 years of Sisterlocks!


Sunday, November 14, 2010

Where Has The Time Gone

Where has the time gone
it's slipped between the juggling of things
in and out of situations
never thought of or conceived
by me
Then suddenly one day I look around
and see you there
adrift in air
and wonder to myself

Where has the time flown

Was it lost in occupation or some financial obligation
an argument with who knows who
for who knows what and who knows why
I'm left to sigh
but when I look around and see
you standing almost to the sky
the thought I can not shake
why does my heart ache

Where has the time gone

Remembering the oohhs and ahhs
the lullabyes and captivating eyes
can't help by cry or shed a tear
but it is joy and wonder's splendor rushing
out from places far and near

Oh but dear...

my little one
Where oh where oh where oh where
and when

When did you grow up
and when did I forget to tuck you in
or wipe your tiny chin

Don't look now, Child
before it's much too late
I want to say I love you now as well
not any fairy tale
just a mother's knowing heart that swells
with a healthy understanding time has failed
to keep you small and innocent
beneath the fray and consequence
and yet we learn we all must let
you go on... too soon to be "so long"

but where has the time, the time... gone


Saturday, March 21, 2009

Great Grandma, Mamol, and Mama Wore Wigs

There are photos of my mother's grandmother in a wig. She was a church-going older woman who eventually surcame to diabetes. I have no idea how long she had worn wigs, I just know she did. I never saw her real hair; and quite frankly, I was too young to even remember how she truly looked when she passed. I just have those snatches of images. You know the frame work of a big woman, a bossy woman, a woman who did not go out in public looking "any old kinda" way. A chestnut brown woman with those big and small moles that arise from aging. A focused on "what she wanted" kinda woman.

I remember a lot of white dresses and missing legs... the smell of liniment and direction-giving. At least I think she was missing legs. My mother's grandmother on her father's side had diabetes, too. I remember for sure that she was missing legs, and that she also wore a wig.

These black women wore wigs, pressed their hair, braided their hair, and hid their hair under wraps. I am sure they also at some time or another, these same women, let their hair down, let it kink up, took sissors to it, or just gave up on it. It struck me today that I wanted to think about what generational time structures kept confined those little ladies in the paradoxical apparatus that was "atop their heads," atop their own natural hair.

My grandmother was born in 1920. Her mother was born in the late 1800's. My mother was born in 1944. Seemingly every 20 years or so, a generation of little black ladies passed on the cultural wearing of wigs to us in Waco. I was born in 1969, but I have never worn a wig unless it was for a play, film, or costume party. The closest I came to the act was braid extentions. Braiding in longer synthetic or natural hair to hid the length of my hair, but not necessaryily the hair itself was my variation on the theme I guess.

My mother wore wigs when we were children. She had three of four of those styrofoam heads with bobby pins and place combs, and netting and all. She was a licensed beautician. The heads sat upon her dresser for many years, coursing in and out of different 70's inspired wig styles. I was more interested in playing outdoors, but I notice them there-, the wigs, partial wigs and other hair pieces.

My mother still throws a wig on or hair piece in, even now that both her daughters have locs. She also still presses and curls. I think it makes her even more hell-bent on her wigs to see our carefree lifestyles. She likes to say, "Babydoll, I like what I have," and if we press her to change, she says, "no, no, no, no, no," and that's that. Why she clings to the wig, hair pieces, and press and curl is beyond me, but cling she must. I am talking specifically about my mother; my intent is not to disparage the wig, press and curl, or any other choice of hair style. Whatever you like, go with it. Please!!!

I believe eventually she will resort to wearing the wig full time when out "in public." Our family has a history of slight hair recession and loss, especially around the forehead and temple. Right now I am beginning to see the recession around my temples. I have a triangular area on both sides of my forehead near the temple where it is just "hair too short to tussle with." I am not ecstatic about it, but I am about to hit my 40's, and these things are a part of aging. So, I can see Mama wearing her wigs more often as she approaches her mid to late 60's and the "in your face" realities of aging.

My grandmother's hair was a soft and silver-white by the time she was in her 60's. She passed away at 67 of alzheimer's with that pretty lengthy hair of hers that was long on the top and at the sides, but noticeable shorter at the back nap and the temple area. Mama's hair is soft like her mother's hair, too. Her hair is also thinning at the temples and "kitchen." However, Mama will dye her hair until the day she dies (Ms. Clairol is recession proof). There will be no gray hair for her at all. And with that reality, I know the thinning hair pattern has been handed down to me.

I wonder if in the future, if I live to be 67 or 87 or older, if there will be a season for me to share in what the women in my immediate past experienced, the wig.


Saturday, March 14, 2009

63 Months

March 13th made five years and three months having these locs. Mary bantu'd them two days ago, and I took them down this morning. She used light setting lotion on wet hair. I did spend twenty minutes under the dryer at one point, too.

The bantu knots were not too tight, but sleeping can be uncomfortable at first even when the knots are not tight. For the most part, they stayed in place. I spent some time re-wrapping or knotting a few along the way.

Because my locs are a bit larger, I don't get the curls I desire from Bantu knots, but the waves are nice. They last a good while. The fullness effect is bold. My locs go from flat to way full whenever I do this. My head seems "ge-normous," but I don't mind because the style is cool for me.

The back never seems to hold the curl or wave too well. I think I may just roll the back next time. I am always a bit disappointed when I spent so much time waiting in bantu knots only to have the back fall right back flat. Fortunately, the length of my hair is longer on the top, so those waves can cascade over the few unwilling locs in the back.

All in all, I am satisfied with the style. Next time I have a long break like this Spring break, I may just keep the bantu knots in for the entire week. After day two, I learned how to sleep with them a little better.

As far as the years of having my locs are concerned, I reflect back on my install, and I remember that my consultant, Imani, had just entered her seventh year with Sisterlocks. Today, she has had her locs for 12 years. They are still stunning, and time will tell where my locs will be in seven years.


Sunday, January 25, 2009

Let It Ring

And those tiny black and pink flecks
littering a tiny desk
finding places on pint sized blue jeans
and upon earth colored carpeted floors
are they signs of starting over
of beginning anew
of dusting one's self off

oft times we forget that the past
comes trailing along
like the distinct smell of childhood
the remembrance of what it felt like to be
wide open and naive to the world
and the self and the other
continuations drawn out like hieroglyphics

and the lights were off because now we know
that the glow is as a horizon of heavy breathing and hope
the shoulders have fallen in relief
though the levee still is breached
and angels wail while others writhe
and love has pulled and tugged the tide
with lunar essence undefined

The gathering throngs of humanness
the swelling pride of hubris
the shackled minds of betrayed faith
and God is full yet of all grace
the turns and twists and storied plight
the bold new day a nation's blight
in one grand glorious vote of might we're staid

From one there are many reaffirmed
from one there are many scorned and burned
as history has a song of joy she sings of pain
let not it go that we no less shall suffer
each and every test, no not one shall be exclude
the strain; it is the people's time
let it ring; from every voice in time let it ring

Full of hope for this next chapter in our history, I am thankful to every voter who chose hope over fear~ Congratulations America! God Bless President Obama!

Being re-engaged in the political process has made me happy.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Five Year Update or 60 months

Here are some pics from Christmas 2008. My five year date has come and gone.
December 13, 2003. Maryee and I spent Christmas with our adopted brother and sister Tim and Jackie Willis in Dickinson, Tx. It's really League City, but with a Dickinson/Santa Fe zip code. They are wonderful! I created the back flip tie look with my locks in the pics above. With this length, I can go without using any hair tie accessories from time to time. I still love my Brunsli Hair Tie, but desperately need an "upgrade". I've worn the ones we got a while back, out!

Have a very Happy New Year!!!

Thursday, October 09, 2008

Endorsements Election USA 08

I was curious to see the list of endorsements for each candidate. It was striking in numbers, but also telling in names. One thing I noticed was that two (Ind/former R) Senators support one candidate while one (Ind/former D) Senator supports another. These folk sure do circle the wagons.

Back in Texas from my 30 day excursion. Had a restful and enjoyable time seeing the country and catching up with friends.

This month is the 58 month since install. Thank you, Imani for setting me straight. You are the best consultant, and I love you much! Get this, the woman has only gone up ten dollars on her services in almost four years. Still loving my Sisterlocks!

Big shout out to MARYEE... Happy 38th birthday! Love you, Sister!!!


Sunday, September 21, 2008

Portland Has Water Pressure

By God had I known this hotel had such great water pressure, I'd have purchased a nice hue and colored my locs last night. Unfortunately, it's on to the hostel. I have to go from 80.00 a night to 22.00 and night. I like this city a lot. It has great energy, one of the best cities so far for me. I enjoyed Moscow, Idaho, too. Brillant place with good folk.
I like the fact that everywhere I have seen couples holding hands walking down the street. I have enjoyed seeing all the happy visitors and international communities, and I like the friendly people, too. Today's big event was the race for the cure. Tons of people supporting this event all over. Portland has a charming appeal.


Wednesday, September 10, 2008

So Far So Good

The travel has been great so far. The best part is getting to see friends, but even better is I get to see my Consultant again at the end of the month.



Friday, September 05, 2008

Heading West

Tomorrow I hit the road heading to the Pacific Northwest. I have never been further than Sacramento. I am excited and hope to visit lots of friends and take lots of pictures over the next 30 days. If anyone knows of poetry venues or nice coffeehouses in Vancouver, Canada, Tacoma, Washington, Moscow, Idaho, and/or Portland, Oregon, please hit me up and let me know.

This is a birthday trip (39 on the 1st of Sept), but the next big trip for the 40th will be St. Lucia.