Tag: Journey

The Start of My Microlocs Journey

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Photo collage of starter microlocs. Created by Tremaine L. Loadholt

On Saturday, I began my microlocs journey. For the next 6 weeks (or perhaps a bit more), I’ll be letting my hair do its thing before I get it washed and retwisted!

I am eager to see what my hair will do–how it’ll lock up. I’m SUPER excited, and I almost cannot contain myself!

Jernee is a little thrown off, but I smell the same and I sound the same, so overall, she’s good. My cousin, Akua, gets all the credit for this. We endured 8 hours on Saturday, (with 2 breaks) and 5 hours today (Sunday: with 1 break) to make this happen.

She’s amazing at what she does in her creativity with hair, and now, I can say my hair is one of her creations.

I’ll be doing a few articles about this journey; how my hair is growing, what I am expecting (and experiencing), and the chemical-free products, I’ll eventually be using to care for my hair.

I look forward to this next phase of my life, and I am happy to be taking on a process I’ve envisioned for years for my hair.

Stick around and grow with me.

Featured Writer for July

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Jose Pita

Jose hails from South Africa and brings to A Cornered Gurl via Medium passionate writing and a love for our craft that is clearly visible. He delivers emotion-filled and heartfelt work that not only connects with the writing community, but makes you think too. I am honored to have him in our midst and to read his work and share it with all of you. The following piece taps into how one can see heaven differently and why. It is entitled “Heaven is a journey, not a destination.”

Isha Cogborn

Heaven is a journey, not a destination

Think of your favorite story, think of the first time you heard that story . . .

Now imagine someone carelessly spoiling the ending before the journey even began. 

Could you continue to read the story with the same enthusiasm if you knew the end?

Does the belief that we are going to ascend to heaven give us an illusion of knowing the end of our story, hampering our ability to live our lives to the fullest? 

Imagine being completely oblivious to the existence of such a place. Imagine having no illusions of your end.

What if our immortality lay only with the stories we leave behind as well as those willing to share them?

Would this paradigm shift force us to live more complete lives?

Live life as a mortal, not as one given a promise of immortality. Each of us has an interesting tale to tell, but it is our responsibility to ensure that we, not fear, continue to be the authors.

Originally published in A Cornered Gurl via Medium.