My skin is really not doing well again, grrrr. I think it may be the arsenic in the water here from all the copper mining ): ~ but I’m not sure! What is your skin care routine? Anything specific for clogged pores? Please share! (Reblog or message me. Posting from my phone won’t let me enable answers)
Did you have a problem with a lot of dandruff with your dreads like after you took them out? I had mine for maybe 4 months, took them out and my scalp was kind of caked with dandruff and it was in clumps in my dreads... I would like to have them again but idk what to do about that or if I should even worry about it! Help?! Loving you <3
Oh, that sounds terribly uncomfortable and icky! I didn’t have that problem, but even for a few years before I had dreads, I had scabs on my head that I picked at… It’s pretty gross, but I love picking scabs… And dreads helped that issue for so many reasons, one of them being that the natural oils your head secretes are super healthy for your hair and if you wash them out, it gets dry and unbalanced. So I didn’t have to wash my hair every other day anymore and it was healthier for me in so many ways! But maybe look at how often you are showering and what products you use. Do some research and experiment with different shampoos, water temperatures, and frequencies of showering. Good luck!
Whilst the purging mountains creep up beneath my muddy toes, I wanna feel this fully, sink my silver teeth into the skin of the mother and feel her ancient elixir reach into my soul.
I want to Caress the inner melodies of your spine, as you speak in rhythms of divine rhymes, we salute the sun gracing the distant below - into the bellows of the horizon. Meeting bone to bone, merging with the merkaba of earths shadow. If harmony is this, then let me be surrendered into its core forever more. ~ Your spine then lifts to the sky reaching into the blanket of stars shining down like distant fireflys into our dusted crimson crowns. Our skin meets and becomes akin to the wonders of being met like water Lillie’s in mountain streams running across the earths curves like Howlin wolves. You’re like a leader of a million formless songs, a maker of thousands of infinities, as your eyes pierce into the centre of my galactic void. you tell me tales of how we’ve always belonged.
Sleeping in the Forest by Mary Oliver
"I thought the earth remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.”
I’m exhausted. Woke up early, hooped passionately for 20 minutes in the desert sun, hiked up a mountain, ate delicious food, then drove an hour and a half from the reservation back to Ajo. It’s my Moontime and it’s also New Moon tonight. I anointed my third eye with blood for the first time and it feels so powerful and right. I may go take a nap and slumber off this mysterious pain in my back. I love you all!!! What a fantastic weekend… many new friends… so much new knowledge to marinate…