Blue bag with cut dreadlocks

Today was like most Sundays except… I had to cut my dreadlocks for the fifth plus time. (I’ve had them so often, I’ve lost count.) I had to let them go. My hair wasn’t responding well to my medication.

See, besides my depression medication, I’m also taking five more medications for my Atrial Fibrillation (AFib). Add to that my grown woman age of 50 and… My hair needed a rest. As I cut each lock, I could hear a soft voice from my hair saying, “Thank you…”

Nothing more peaceful on a Saturday than sipping my coffee, burning jasmine incense, and retwisting my dreadlocks.

Harrod's white coffee cup on a Saturday morning
My favorite coffee cup. I got it on my first trip to London from Harrod’s.

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