It's been six weeks since the last time I brushed my hair, eight since I have conditioned. I'm looking pretty wild right now and I love it. Already this journey has taken paths I never anticipated and I am learning more about myself everyday. I am becoming more empowered to be completely, totally, and honestly me. Because I have now taken the drastic step of completely rejecting societies standards of beauty, for the first time in my life I know that I am pretty. Really, I'm not trying to sound egotistical, this is a big break through for me. From my husbands loving influence, I use to believe I was pretty. Now I simply know it.
Growing up in rural Montana, I saw dreadlocks in person for the first time when I was 11 or 12 years old. They were being worn by a blond girl of 17 or 18 and I wanted to be her. To me, she was the epitome of beauty. Not only was her hair magnificently wild, but everything about her spoke of natural ease. Of course, I only saw her from a distance, but it was one of those slow motion cheesy movie scene moments. It is completely correct to say that I was drawn to dreads, although at the time I could not put my finger on any other reason than aesthetics. Since my super conservative parents weren't about to let me dread my hair, the idea went to the back burner and continued to percolate for over twenty years.
As I grew older and begin learning more about the culture of my ancestors, I found that my longing for dreads was calling to me from a time long ago. I am a proud descent of the ancient Celts (Lowland Scott) and Vikings (Finn and Swede) on my dads side of the family, with more Viking (Swede) mixed with Sioux (Mandan) and German on my mom's side. It is fair to say that the majority of my ancient ancestry likely wore their hair in some kind of natural matted style. If we want to be completely frank, most prehistoric people probably did since there was no means to brush and maintain their hair in an "orderly" fashion. Having always felt like an old soul and needing to connect with those who came before me, the desire to grow dreads makes perfect sense.
Spiritually, my decision to dread goes beyond ancestor reverence and is an extension of my relationship to nature and my kindred the Elementals. It is an acceptance of my true self similar to the way many witches take on a spiritual name, the girlish woman who still loves to dance barefooted and who wraps herself in the wind. It is showing the Universe that I am happy with who I am and love the person I was created to be.
**Since some of you are bound to notice, I do have five twist and rip dreads tied off with wool.