One year ago I started my locs. Afterwards, I wrote a list of everything it took to start them: 

weed

honeybush vanilla tea

lush

real honey

july birthdays

lost love stories

silence

essential oils

water

tears

promises

broken hearts

forgiveness

laughter

coincidence

perfection

angel’s bare skin

lawn chairs

stories

liberia

trust

restoration

no speakers, but still music

eyes closed

burnt pots

napkin strainers

purple campaign spoons

falafel

“whenever you need me”s

two strained twists

locks that aren’t locks yet, but don’t need to be. we both know.

         and now, looking back, i can’t express what it all means. even if I could, if you don’t already see, then I don’t imagine it would matter. the only thing that really needs to be written down is that the process of knowing yourself is only a matter of seeing what’s already there. And when you finally see… amazing, how much is already complete? completely in tact. how much you’d hear if you took more time to listen to yourself. and saw that, the evidence of everything you are meant to be is already presenting itself.

        i should also mention that my loctician has planned a menu for me and is coming to pick me up shortly to get dessert and celebrate the beginning. real perfection.