Dreads are born in the mountains of California during the "Desert Hearts" Music Festival. They were born the day after a huge rainstorm. The mountains and rain were icy cold but that did not stop peopole from enjoying the festival. My sisters and I layered up and danced by the bonfire under the glowing lights of a foggy, misty Desert Hearts. The next morning, my hair was a tangled mess and my older sister, who has been an inspiration, encouraged me to dread my hair. "Embrace your true self!" she said. Thus we began to backcomb. I felt I was fulfilling some sort of destiny but did not yet know what I was in for.
AuthorLaurie is a Social Work student from Chicago, Il. She enjoys books, dancing, yoga, art, vinyl, nature, travel, cats, astrology. Archives
December 2015
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