Yeah, I know it's been a while, but give me a break. I started a new job that deemed much different than I have experienced before. While "teaching is teaching", the environment, people and class-loads are a wee challenging. The biggest difference? It's all positive!
Aside from the job, my dreads seem to fit the category of change as well. Again, all positive. I won't lie and say that my dreadlock journey has been perfect. It's anything but, however the process has constantly addressed new insights and outlooks about myself and others around me. Tucked away in my daily tam, my dreads rarely stay the same. Now at 5 months, it has become tighter and rebellious-like. I've had my days of "this looks like a pile of caca" to days of "this is fun to play with"!
Besides the hair knotting slowly and naturally, what has it done to personify who I am? To my surprise, most people have garnished support and I have become a noted member at my place of employment. Dare I say I have contributed to the desire of diversity (not in the sense of ethnicity but in style) amongst the small town school. While I never intended to strut my growing dreads to students, I have shown 3 of my classes of the process unfolding as I humbled myself to student's pleads to see them.
I began to realize that as I am now in my student's lives, why not show them my crazy deed? If anything, I have their respect in that I can show them that life isn't meant to be "box-perfect" and they can be who they are if they so desire it. And on that note, how odd that I am a person that likes some privacy in life yet when I stand before my peers I literally stand out (reminds me of Sesame Street's "one of these don't belong to the other"song). I suppose I like the attention of a rebellious nature. Big surprise to those that know me well (not).
So, the question remains as to the point of this piece; What do my baby/teen dreads look like now? While I am in need to post a current picture, I cannot do so at the moment but I will describe it as best I can here (pictures WILL follow soon...just gotta wash em first).
AT 5 MONTHS NOW:
When I began the dreading process, I had 30 dreads. Since then, 4 sets of dreads have congo-ed (two dreads each set coming together). It's gonna be two big fatties! While I COULD rip them apart, I opted to leave them be. Who am I trying to impress....really? So I guess the count now is about 26 dreads. Typical manufactured dreads are around 40 or more. What does this mean for me? I will have a head of thick dreads. Looks damn good in a tam (dread hat).
While I have some thick ones (diameter of a thick permanent marker), I have some thin ones that grew on their own. Hair is a fickle thing. Unless you use wax or other crap in your hair to make dreads (which I advice is a big no no) it will do whatever the hell it wants when left alone. I have bouts of loose hair here and there and I am confidence it will either form on its own or find a home with a neighboring dread.
The first few months, my hair was "big". Since then. it has shrunk down and looks more flat (I guess I should post a "then and now" photo for ya). While most of my hair unraveled the back-combing method my friends did, it eventually knotted together quickly. At first glance, it may be hard to tell I have dreads as they lay close together like hair naturally does. But when I give a good shake, the dreads become obvious. They are still forming so it doesn't have that "mature" look yet. Mind you, dreads (natural dreads) take a long time. Usually by about 2 years they become noted dreadlocks. It's only been 5 months.
I am pleased with the overall process and look forward to the anniversary in late July to mark my 1 year dreading adventure. Keep your eyes peeled for pictures. They are coming. Trust me.
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Sunday, August 22, 2010
Week 3: Learning stuff already!
August 21st marked my 3rd week of locking up! It has been an interesting process. As I sat back yesterday evening to reflect my newest transition in life, I am in awe with what dreadlock has come to symbolize for me at this point.
Lessons I have learned so far:
Patience:
In the world we live in these days, one gets too used to having things done right away. Technology brings us communication within a blink of an eye, dinner can be ready in as little as 3 minutes, and traveling long distances can be done in a matter of hours (if not less). So here I am, trying to develop dreadlocks that will last my a long time and even though they are starting to bud, the journey is still a while to come. I have learned to treasure each day more and pay attention to little changes here and there. Beautiful things come about with time. My baby dreads has taught me to slow down a little, make note of how things transition themselves and absorb each day with a renewed love for life.
Expectations:
A valuable lesson I encountered a week ago is the concept of expectations. Expecting things to be a certain way only to be disappointed. Just when I thought all my dreads where locking up equally, several of them came apart and caused me to suffer a bit. This is very true in almost every aspect of our lives. We tend to set expectations of how things will and should be. But when the time comes, as we see it, what we see or experience often times has us feeling gipped. Especially when we put forth a lot of effort and mental work to develop a moment, such as planning a party or even something as trivial as making a desert, it doesn't come out as to how we envision it to be. Perhaps with the media the way it is, we get sucked into the illusion of how things "ought to be". Now, I am just letting my dreads lock up how they will. They may not be picture perfect, but they are mine and each dreads are to be cherished.
Attachment:
Like anything that has a personal ripple of effect in our lives, we tend to be attached to things emotionally on any level. We get attached to a pet, a car, a lover or even a particular sports team. I found myself becoming overly careful with my hair dreading that I hesitate to touch it too much with fear that I will cause it to unravel. Ridiculous isn't it? I mean, it's only hair, who cares. There are countless beings in the world suffering and I am focused on my hair?!?!? At least I came to that awakening so early on. I am practicing more about "letting go" in the sense that all things come and go and I have no control over it. Hell, I may become bald within the next 10 years, so I have to accept that. With that said, I also have to realize that life just flows. Simply put. It's a profound awakening I think and I look forward to practicing that concept.
Growth and stages:
Another thing I have come to ponder is the journey of growth and stages of my dreadlock ordeal. I come to appreciate what dreadlocks symbolizes throughout the world, specifically to Hindu yogis and Rastifarians. Most would say that dreadlocks, being a symbol of nature and separation of vanity, are reserved for those that have an inner desire to experience what it means to be pure. I don't mean it in a sense that a person shouldn't be drinking coffee or eating Dunkin-Donuts because of the unnatural state of it (and I am still attached to those things HA!) but more to imply a state of mental clarity. Truth. So what has my dreadlock journey done to instill such a concept? There are three stages of locking and I am at the very beginning; the baby stage. Like a baby, I am learning to deal with the locking process and all that it entails both physically and mentally. Unless you've ever gone natural to grow dreads, I fear this may be lost on your part. It truly is a lot of work to separate the dreads from congo-ing (two or more locks growing together to make one huge dread), making sure the ends of each dreads are not drying out, and lastly, avoiding anything that would condition the hair and scalp which is an enemy to the locking process. I look forward to the teen stage and anyone that knows teens, can get a good idea of the process that is like with hair. Just a rebellious mess of knots, loose hairs and stubborn interlocking.
It has been so far a great journey for me. While I know the general masses would find this to be such a ridiculous waste of time to either grow dreadlocks or simply to parallel the lessons one can learn, it is MY journey and one that has spiritual meaning for me. If it makes me a better person, then I'll have all that much more power to me!
Lessons I have learned so far:
Patience:
In the world we live in these days, one gets too used to having things done right away. Technology brings us communication within a blink of an eye, dinner can be ready in as little as 3 minutes, and traveling long distances can be done in a matter of hours (if not less). So here I am, trying to develop dreadlocks that will last my a long time and even though they are starting to bud, the journey is still a while to come. I have learned to treasure each day more and pay attention to little changes here and there. Beautiful things come about with time. My baby dreads has taught me to slow down a little, make note of how things transition themselves and absorb each day with a renewed love for life.
Expectations:
A valuable lesson I encountered a week ago is the concept of expectations. Expecting things to be a certain way only to be disappointed. Just when I thought all my dreads where locking up equally, several of them came apart and caused me to suffer a bit. This is very true in almost every aspect of our lives. We tend to set expectations of how things will and should be. But when the time comes, as we see it, what we see or experience often times has us feeling gipped. Especially when we put forth a lot of effort and mental work to develop a moment, such as planning a party or even something as trivial as making a desert, it doesn't come out as to how we envision it to be. Perhaps with the media the way it is, we get sucked into the illusion of how things "ought to be". Now, I am just letting my dreads lock up how they will. They may not be picture perfect, but they are mine and each dreads are to be cherished.
Attachment:
Like anything that has a personal ripple of effect in our lives, we tend to be attached to things emotionally on any level. We get attached to a pet, a car, a lover or even a particular sports team. I found myself becoming overly careful with my hair dreading that I hesitate to touch it too much with fear that I will cause it to unravel. Ridiculous isn't it? I mean, it's only hair, who cares. There are countless beings in the world suffering and I am focused on my hair?!?!? At least I came to that awakening so early on. I am practicing more about "letting go" in the sense that all things come and go and I have no control over it. Hell, I may become bald within the next 10 years, so I have to accept that. With that said, I also have to realize that life just flows. Simply put. It's a profound awakening I think and I look forward to practicing that concept.
Growth and stages:
Another thing I have come to ponder is the journey of growth and stages of my dreadlock ordeal. I come to appreciate what dreadlocks symbolizes throughout the world, specifically to Hindu yogis and Rastifarians. Most would say that dreadlocks, being a symbol of nature and separation of vanity, are reserved for those that have an inner desire to experience what it means to be pure. I don't mean it in a sense that a person shouldn't be drinking coffee or eating Dunkin-Donuts because of the unnatural state of it (and I am still attached to those things HA!) but more to imply a state of mental clarity. Truth. So what has my dreadlock journey done to instill such a concept? There are three stages of locking and I am at the very beginning; the baby stage. Like a baby, I am learning to deal with the locking process and all that it entails both physically and mentally. Unless you've ever gone natural to grow dreads, I fear this may be lost on your part. It truly is a lot of work to separate the dreads from congo-ing (two or more locks growing together to make one huge dread), making sure the ends of each dreads are not drying out, and lastly, avoiding anything that would condition the hair and scalp which is an enemy to the locking process. I look forward to the teen stage and anyone that knows teens, can get a good idea of the process that is like with hair. Just a rebellious mess of knots, loose hairs and stubborn interlocking.
It has been so far a great journey for me. While I know the general masses would find this to be such a ridiculous waste of time to either grow dreadlocks or simply to parallel the lessons one can learn, it is MY journey and one that has spiritual meaning for me. If it makes me a better person, then I'll have all that much more power to me!
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Good Days and Bad Days
Today marks exactly 2 weeks since I started the dreading process. It has been fun so far but I DO have my mix of good days and bad. Today is a bad one. My head looks like a wrestling match between straight long hair against knotted hair. It's a cross between cave-man and burned-out rock star. UUUGGGHH. Anyone who has been through this will tell ya, "relax man, its all part of the process. Takes time dude".
The hardest part is trying to separate the dreads to prevent "crossovers" of hair and developing a congo entwinement. Dreadlocks, as they mature will be much less hassle and maintenance free for the most part, but I still have about 9 months (with luck) to go. On a positive note, my dreads have tamed down quite a bit and I don't have as much of an afro of dreads so much as I did a week ago. I wear a tam most of the time when I'm out and about and take it off when I am at home. I can only hope my new place of employment will allow me to wear it as I teach during the day. If not, I am sure they will change their mind upon seeing the WWF match going on, on my head. Let's hope that the dreads win over the loose straight hair!
Here's to a dreadful, natural beginning!
(pictures will be posted soon and all smart-ass remarks are expected).
The hardest part is trying to separate the dreads to prevent "crossovers" of hair and developing a congo entwinement. Dreadlocks, as they mature will be much less hassle and maintenance free for the most part, but I still have about 9 months (with luck) to go. On a positive note, my dreads have tamed down quite a bit and I don't have as much of an afro of dreads so much as I did a week ago. I wear a tam most of the time when I'm out and about and take it off when I am at home. I can only hope my new place of employment will allow me to wear it as I teach during the day. If not, I am sure they will change their mind upon seeing the WWF match going on, on my head. Let's hope that the dreads win over the loose straight hair!
Here's to a dreadful, natural beginning!
(pictures will be posted soon and all smart-ass remarks are expected).
Friday, August 6, 2010
Needed a new wallet, so made my own!
I made my own personalized wallet. Only one like it in the whole world. Nothing like boosting your own ego!
Day 6...Banana-rana-mama-Jama
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Day 5....BLAH
My babies have tamed down just a tiny bit, but, fuzzy as hell. 3 more months of this? Oh, my new workplace is gonna LOVE this!
The First Wash
Some people recommend not to wash new baby dreads for 2 weeks. WHAT?!?!? I was lucky to go as long as I did (5 days). I figured I'd just follow my heart and go for it. I washed my "rat-nest" hair this morning and it was a new experience. After having long straight hair for 10+ years, I have never felt my head become so heavy while the dreads soaked up water. It was just like a sponge! With that said, for the first time in 11 years (probably more) I used a hair dryer. It felt like it took forever and my arms just about pryed off after holding it up for so long to do the deed.
Right now I feel a little disappointed as I see that many dreads have come undone and are coming apart at the roots. This sucks! I knew it would do that, but some part of me was hoping that I was going to be the exception to the rule. I know it's gonna take a long time for the dreads to finally knot up and while I am constantly telling myself to just go with the flow, I can't help but wonder if I am going about it all wrong. I can't wait to read this post months later and laugh! For now...... palm-roll, twist, palm-roll, backcomb, palm-roll......
Right now I feel a little disappointed as I see that many dreads have come undone and are coming apart at the roots. This sucks! I knew it would do that, but some part of me was hoping that I was going to be the exception to the rule. I know it's gonna take a long time for the dreads to finally knot up and while I am constantly telling myself to just go with the flow, I can't help but wonder if I am going about it all wrong. I can't wait to read this post months later and laugh! For now...... palm-roll, twist, palm-roll, backcomb, palm-roll......
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Week 1: the Dreadful Dreads of Beauty
I titled this “dreadful” because the method to which I had my dreads created was the most painful I have ever sat through....for almost 6 hours straight!!!! I opted for the backcombing method with some twist and rips here and there. I have 9 tattoos and all of those combined didn’t hurt as much as backcombing! BUT, that was what I wanted. I was blessed by three incredible people in my life; Kelly, a fellow dready, college bound student who is learning ASL, Lisa, a friend whom I will always cherish, from my former place of employment and my best friend in the world, Jennifer. Each of them help give birth to a dream I have secretly yearned for, well, for most of my life. Now for the the nitty gritty details...
Using a “lice” comb (stronger than a regular comb) each sectioned hair (about the diameter of a quarter) was backcombed, starting at the base of my neck area. Trust me, it HURTS!
Kelly, a dready since a year and a half kick started it all. I trusted her because she went through the same damn thing. My hair is crazy thick so the backcombed dreads looked ridiculously fat and sponge-like. Mind you, they will eventually lock up a little more and calm down a bit ( I looked like Sideshow Bob when it was finished). I lost about 20% of my hair length but that didn’t bother me much. As much as I treasured having long hair, it is surprisingly refreshing to be able to sit back in a chair and not worry about tossing my ponytail to the side or have it wedged into a crack of a set and ripping hair out. It is shoulder length now and that is fine with me.
Lisa came over about an hour after we started and I secretly think she enjoyed seeing me whence in pain each time she tugged a lock of hair. Not to worry, I shall get my revenge! But then again, maybe I deserved it?
In The Beginning...
On July 31st, 2010 I gave birth to 30 baby dreads from my (what used to be) waist length hair (now it’s to my shoulders...more on that later). The point of this blog is to give an ongoing account of my “dready” adventures (weekly), seek out other deaf people in the world with dreads and whatever else finds its way on these pages. All are welcome and questions/advice encouraged (but please be nice).
Dread beginnings...
So why dreads? Why now? I’m pushing 40 and I want to have dreadlocks???? Midlife crisis? Identity problems?
I actually have a very profound reason for wanting to lock my hair and have shared this with very few people. Mainly because I find that, unless you have an open mind and a kind spirit, this whole “dreadlock” thing might be otherwise ridiculous to some. However, anyone that knows me would simply say “That’s Jae, he follows his own path”! I am taking the time to simply share my path with you all in kind of an “open-book” per se. While the main intent is to share my journey of growing dreads, its also a kind of therapeutic opportunity for me to express my thoughts and faults. More on that later...once I figure out this whole blog thing. Bare with me.
Be happy. Be free. Live life as much as you can. Its too damn short!
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