The falsehoods and deceptive lies she told herself fall silently follicles. Freed from naughty maze and frozen grief, she rises, renewed finally to reclaim her own mind, her own mane crowned again to flow with the grain of her growth, free of the troubles that tried to bind. So that's a fairly old piece that was written with reference to wash days and what used to be a fairly painful process of detangling my hair or have someone else detangle my hair
Jaisha Jansena
@jaishajansena · 4:40
That's the exact vibration of what I felt in those moments, of just completely reaching capacity. I could carry no more. I could think no more of those same thoughts. I could no longer feel those same feelings. I needed to find release and to cleanse, and I needed to clear out those webs on. And my hair was the ritual of finding my freedom
Adenike Nana Esie
@nourishyou · 1:20
And I was smiling as I listened to your story of shaving your head, thinking, yes, I sensed that liberation and not surprised at all that you are creative and artistic in how you now choose to fashion and present and show up in the world as uniquely you. I'm sure you will look vibrant and beautiful and fitting for the wedding. And I really appreciate your reply. I appreciate your poetry. It's a pleasure to engage with you here. Thank you so much
Swell Team
@Swell · 0:15
Blair Redmond
@blairbearing · 0:42
It's. Thank you for posting this and sharing. I rather enjoyed it. My hair has been on an interesting journey the last couple of years and this is just a reminder to embrace it. Just yeah. And I will say that the amount of trauma that our Blair holds and then wants to shed can be very alarming. But it's all part of the natural process of growth. So thank you
Adenike Nana Esie
@nourishyou · 0:38
It. You know, you are so right about the trauma. Kind of the attachments that we we make between thoughts, feelings, events and how we perceive ourselves. There is a lot going on with the hair thing and with hips. In my case, we store a lot of emotion in our hips. I have a poem about that too