boho dread journey ~ dreadie day

dread day
stephanie & me, taken by amy

the dread goddess
the dread goddess, canon 50d

The night before the transformation I took a very long shower. I saturated my hair with conditioner and continuously combed it smooth. Over and over and over. My eyes were closed and rather than a feeling of sadness that I may never be able to run a comb through my hair again, a slight smile played itself on my lips. I felt a bit rebellious. People with my type of hair don't typically ruin their hair like this! The one thing on my body that I have consistently felt was truly lovely, I knew in a few hours would be a huge forest of crocheted knots dangling from my scalp. I wasn't afraid. It felt like the next step in accepting me as me...and detaching myself from needing to have soft, flowy hair to be beautiful. That I have always focused more on the inner and this was part of helping to guide me on that path. I felt ready to say goodbye to my soft hair...but I did thoroughly enjoy that shower!

I had to blow dry my hair, which I never do anymore, because it needed to be perfectly dry for the next day. So, it was another ritual of brushing through it over and over. I took my time. Boho Boy and Cedar were asleep in our hotel room. Nothing else was interrupting this little ceremony of sorts.

Later I slipped into bed and Boho Boy snuggled up to me. He held me close and gave a big sigh...while running his fingers through my hair. He did this for a long while. I looked up at him and asked if he was going to miss being able to do this. His response was "I'd miss other things more...". Beautiful answer. I know what he means.

The next morning we were all excited. Cedar sensed something was going on, so he was a bit cautious with the whole thing. I think you can see it in his face throughout the photos. I didn't linger in front of the mirror and play with my hair before heading out. I glanced at myself quickly. I already felt the transformation and no longer felt connected to that reflection.

I meant to bring my flip camera to record my steps up to the salon and then interview Stephanie, the Dread Goddess that would be creating magic with my hair. But I forgot it, out of excited nerves I suppose. So yes, I just gave the place away, didn't I? Stephanie was my dread stylist and she works at Akemi Salon in Portland, Oregon!!!!

I discovered her via a private message sent to my Etsy shop months ago. A dear blog reader that thought I may want to know of Stephanie. I felt safe knowing Stephanie was a believer of the crochet method, which is the method that my friend Em had done in Thailand. What I love about this method is no products are used. Just a comb and a crochet hook and a patient and creative and magical hand. I also love how with this method, you get the look you want much more quickly than other methods. Most dreads take up to a year or more to look the way you dream but with this method, it can be as short as a month.

I had emailed Stephanie and told her a bit of my story and what all of this means to me. I had no idea how she would respond. If she would think I am this silly emotional girl from California and oh my goodness, this is just hair! But a week later I got the most amazing response. She had read a bit of my blog and learned more of my story and resonated with me on many levels. Our connection via email felt instant. Then the first time we spoke on the phone, we were both nervous and giddy and I loved that she fully understood what type of dreadlocks I was imagining on my head. Something loose and flowy and imperfect. She got me. She always had the same knotty locks on her head as well.

I wasn't sure what to expect when meeting her in person because the photos on her website are not her. Her friend designed that site and since she didn't have a shot of herself, used models that resembled her. When she told me this, it left a bit of mystery. I loved that.

When we first walked into her salon, we were already enamored. The space surrounding their shop was very funky and exuded a whole mind, body and soul appeal. Their salon was right next door to a cool yoga studio already in session. When we first walked through the doors I already felt I was at home. Two sweet vintage sofas and eclectic art on the wall. Yes! It was just her in this space...the other stylists/customers hadn't arrived yet. When she turned around to say hello, it was instant girl crush time. We both lit up and hugged and I was a goner. She was stunningly beautiful (see photo above) with a unique style and a warm voice and a glow about her. I felt soothed and safe immediately. She instantly felt sweet on Cedar and later told me she typically doesn't feel that way about babies (except for her own).

After Boho Boy and Boho Baby left the salon, it was just her and I and in detail we talked about how we envisioned my hair. Even though she kept asking me what I wanted, I continued to say that I trusted her artistic vision of what she feels would go with my face. I truly did trust her. All artists love to hear this, right? "I trust your vision!" I love hearing this with my photography and she loved hearing this about her precious dreadlock talent.

So, she decided to do various dread sizes throughout (mostly randomly placed small and medium dreads and two big ones in the back underneath to use as ponytail ties to wrap around the hair). She left a lot of hair on the ends so that it will eventually curl and flow after washing. She tucked in a surprise dread braid on one side of my hair (three teeny dreads braided together). In the end, we decided to leave bang wisps loose so that I could leave a bit of the romance of my hair and if I decide to dread them later, I can. So I have some soft hair in the front pieces.

One by one, she pulled up parts of my hair with clips and with each loose piece, she backcombed and then used a crochet hook to crochet strands of hairs back and forth creating knots along the way. The constant tugging felt a bit rough on my scalp but other than that, I was too distracted and excited to feel it.

We were lost in conversation most of the time and after she had done a few dreads, my dear friend Amy Seeley walked in. To see her smiling face and feel her warm embrace felt so comforting. I was missing Boho Boy and Cedar. I wanted to share this experience with someone I knew and loved and Amy was so very needed. Her and Stephanie connected as well and in between all of us talking of romantic love and dreams and desires, Amy grabbed my camera to capture some of the process. Most of the photos you see without her in it are taken by her.

So, the whole experience was just so surreal and beautiful. As I was getting my dreads, I was able to share some of my story and where I was at right now as far as acceptance and self love. Amy was sharing some beautiful personal bits of her life and Stephanie too spilled about her relationship and her stellar connection to her daughter. It was a big mushy love fest.

Then enters Boho Boy and Cedar after 3.5 hours of me at the salon. My hair was nearly done and I felt a huge sense of lightness of being. I nearly cried when I saw Cedar hanging on the chest of my husband in a Bjorn. The first time Cedar locked eyes with Amy he squealed in delight and moved his arms up and down like a birdie. We all laughed. I knew he would know who she was since we listen to her music together all of the time. He wanted to be held by her and her alone. So, the remainder of my time there, the three of them (amy, boho boy and cedar) went to grab lunch and bring it back and hang out on the vintage couches, eating, sharing, laughing and observing the finishing touches.

My heart was swelling huge. I felt like the most blessed person. I felt loved and adored and I felt grateful for this all in my life. I felt honored to be surrounded by such amazing human beings...including my son, who seems to heal hearts just by his look and his touch. Everyone falls in love with him and as a mother, it is so fun to observe. But his connection with Amy was other worldly and continued to be so over the next few days.

So, as far as maintenance, I never have to use wax or products to keep it all together. So, when the fly aways begin to unravel, a crochet hook is used to put them back in place. Stephanie sent me home with a crochet hook and showed Boho Boy how to crochet the pieces in (since I am unable to fly to Portland and see her for maintenance). There is a photo of her teaching him with a fake piece of hair on her lap in the slide show I share at the end of this post. How sexy is it that my husband is doing maintenance on my hair. YUM. He did such a wonderful job when she asked him to try it on the long piece of wig. She was so impressed with how well he picked it up. Love my man!

When all was done I was geeked about my hair. It looked so much better than I had imagined because I know at first it is supposed to be a bit awkward and it needs time to relax and flow. But if I tie it back, I am quite pleased. Stephanie said it should relax after the first time I wash it, which will be a week from the day I got them. Right now they feel a bit rough, scratchy and wiry. They stick out in weird places and don't have much of a flow but after washing they should soften a lot and in about a month, should be about how I envisioned them.

I only need to wash my hair once per week, although some only wash once a month. I am supposed to use Dr. Bronners Organic Castille soap. I think I'll stick with the Lavender one I already have. I ordered a DVD from DreadHead which goes into detail about how to wash your hair.

Following an almost teary goodbye with Stephanie, we went to Amy's adorable cottage and she played a few songs for us in her bedroom. We were all simply amazed at Cedar's attention to her playing. He obviously recognized the songs and his eyes were glued to the piano and Amy's hands and a smile wouldn't leave his face. I was moved and teary and blown away. Amy then proceeded to teach Cedar how to play while on her lap at the piano. SO cute, so fun. Being with Amy was truly magical for all of us. We instantly felt she was part of our family. I love it when my husband connects equally to my friends the way I do. We had so many delicious conversations over Thai food the next night on our hotel veranda with the moon rising above. I will never forget these precious days.

The night of my first dread day, my scalp was itching badly. It felt very similar to the feeling when your long hair is in a tight ponytail all day and you take it out and it hurts to pat your hair down and then your scalp itches from the irritation. Similar to that but times ten. So, Stephanie told us to rub a mixture of tea tree oil and water on my scalp. Boho Boy did this for me very gently and I felt relief immediately but especially the next day...the itch has been gone until last night. So, it is just something I may have to continue to do until my scalp gets used to the weight and pull of them.

So my dears, that is my story. If I haven't answered any questions, do ask me in the comments and I will respond in the comments. This post is already long enough and I may have put most of you to sleep!!

I look forward to share with you via photos the transformation from hard scratchy dreads to soft, flowy, messy ones. ; )

Here is the slide show. Turn speakers on, please. Photos without Amy in it are all taken by Amy with my camera. The remaining are taken by me or Boho Boy (via phone or Canon 50d). Photo processing by me.

Song playing during slide show is I've Got Ideas by Amy Seeley.

{stephanie has a wonderful dread maintenance section on her site here, as well as a weekly explanation of dread maturity here.}

my new dear dreads {sneak peek} ~ updated!



taken yesterday late afternoon with phone

Yesterday was one of the most magical days of my life.
I love my new dear dreads. They are so much part of me already.
Story and proper photos to come soon.
Off to visit Cedar's birth parents for the first time since he was born.
Another magical, emotional, surreal, moving day to be had.
Joyful tears spill.

{written from hotel room, overlooking lake, with the soft morning sun shining on my new locks}

xoxo

updated photos:


day two...during drive to see birth parents, taken with phone

We are all giddy about your lovins and support...so fun to read while snuggled up in our hotel room last night. Boho Boy put a tea tree oil and water solution on my roots and rubbed rubbed rubbed my scalp to take away the itchies I have from the weight of my new dreads (similar feeling to having a tight pony tail in hair all day and taking it out then feeling itchies and ouchies but more intense).

Just wanted to share a few shots I took while sitting in the back of the car with Cedar, on the way to visit birth parents. My poor family and friends are getting a gazillion picture messages from me all day via my phone. They are saturated with my new do. I wanted to share a few with you.

What I am loving most so far during this awkward transition before I get to wash and soften the dreads is that I no longer need hair ties. I can wrap my hair around itself...and it is SO low maintenance! Perfect for me.

I so look forward to sharing the details of the last few days with you. First I'll post about my dread day and then I'll post about our visit with K & T...Cedar's birth parents. Just a wonderfully awesome day.

In my dread post, I will answer your questions...where I went, my dread stylist extraordinaire, the creative spin she put on my hair, how they feel physically and emotionally and what the maintenance process will be. I also just have a lot of gushy sweet emotions to share about a visit with a dear friend that lives in town who shared this tender and life altering experience with us.

Good times.

out of hiding and dressing up.


polaroid by deb

I have been a little fireball of energy today. It feels so good. Not the energy that would make me want to run tons of miles (i wish i loved to run. at one time I convinced myself i loved it when i lived in Berkeley and was in awesome yoga shape but in reality, i couldn't do it without music blaring to distract me from not liking it very much). The energy I feel today is more from joy and acceptance and a feeling of freedom within my body.

I am packing for my trip right now. We leave tomorrow morning. I heard that it is extremely hot there and to wear nothing but barely nothing. Since I posted my vlog the other day, the one where I am being extremely vulnerable and brave...sitting there on my floor showing all of you one of the most insecure parts of me; my arms. I have felt empowered and a bit more daring with the part of my wardrobe that I have hidden in the back (strappy light cotton summer dresses...smushed far far behind layers and layers of clothing).

I know we all have those parts of us that we are critical about. We all try to overcome them and see ourselves as our loved ones see us. One of those parts of me is my arms. I have never had thin arms. Well, I take that back. I did for a few months in my life...and that was after my boyfriend of five years and I broke up and I moved to Berkeley and couldn't bring myself to eat out of shock and I went from a size 6/8 to a size 2. I never noticed how thin I got because I was stumbling in a transition that was unexpected and trying to find my footing and I didn't have time to look at myself. It wasn't until my best childhood friend Amy came over and gasped and made me a huge plate of scrambled eggs and forced me to eat it (with gourmet love) and after a few bites, I realized I was STARVING and remembered I love food and I haven't stopped eating since. ; ) All the way up to a size 10/12. Woo hoo I love food!

Anyways, I digress. So, I have been hiding my arms a bit. Well, A LOT. So, today, while listening to Kate Havnevick on Pandora and Cedar was soundly sleeping down below, I pulled every. single. strappy. dress. out. And you know what? I had a blast!! I had forgotten how many unique and lovely dresses I have collected over the years with hopes that I would someday be brave enough to wear them.

So here I was, trying on dress after dress and viewing my whole curvy body in the one and only full length mirror we have that we cart around our house and lay against the wall wherever we are. I actually twirled and danced and said out loud...I LOVE YOU MY FORSAKEN ARMS!

Its happening folks. I am letting go. Letting go of needing to be a certain way in order to feel good in my skin. I am going to choose to be that full figured petite woman that shows her skin and embraces the goddess bits. And if through this new way of eating and taking care of myself, I lose weight, then I will love myself just the same and know my intentions are pure. Because I want to put my energy towards it not being about weight or size but about FEELING good and sexy and wanton and...well, like me. I just need to make that choice. For me. For my son. For my husband. For those that love me and have been longing for me to be more gentle and forgiving and embracing of my new fuller self.

So, I have packed only strappy dresses and nothing else. A few light and airy cover-ups if needed...but this is so exciting! Dear world...I have fuller arms and fuller bosoms and that is brilliant.

Some of you that are new to this space might be thinking how trivial this is or perhaps how vain. That there are so many more things I could put my energy into or how could I think about my arms when there are people struggling with so much worse across our precious globe. These thoughts enter my mind as well. Daily...perhaps throughout the day. And I remind myself that this isn't an issue of beauty but an issue of me overcoming those messy and hard parts that came from my (in)fertility journey. Parts that I am working on releasing and transforming into a grand purpose in my life and the life of others that have gone through what we have. That purpose is becoming more clear and this is a piece of that puzzle for me.

We are off tomorrow and I promise to document some of my appointment. My husband and I are so giddy about my dreads! I have never been so thrilled about a new hair-do. Perhaps because it represents so much more than a new, fresh style. More on that as it unfolds...

TWO WEEK Mid-Summer Sale!

tiny buds
"tiny buds" set (both 5 x 7 and 8 x 10 sets)

Hello soulful wonders of light ~

I am having a TWO WEEK mid-summer sale in my Boho Photography shop. Every print (and postcard set) is marked down more than 25% off of the original price.

This could be a wonderful time to stock up on Christmas gifties a wee bit early or just nurture yourself or someone you love with a piece of boho art in your home.

Sale ends Monday, August 10th.

So, grab something yummy to drink, sit back in a comfy chair, or cushy couch and enjoy browsing.

Thanks so much lovelies!


marian anderson, contralto
new york, june 30, 1955
photograph by richard avedon

We went to a Richard Avedon exhibition yesterday at our local museum of arts (me, boho boy, cedar and omi). I enjoyed his work so much. Both through my eyes and the eyes of my son. It was this photograph of Marian Anderson (above) that had both Cedar and I lingering the most.

I feel a swelling within. I feel abandon. I feel song. I feel release. I feel a letting go. I feel acceptance. I feel rejoice. I feel empowerment. I feel wind and breath.

How do you feel when you gaze at this photograph?

{he has inspired me to dip more into black & whites}

boho dread journey vlog ~ part one

I know I am being so sentimental...but I thought it would be fun to document the journey with more than just photos.

Almost one more week until my appointment!

I had a third segment to the video above. One of me with my new highlights...but I accidentally deleted it. Lisa just added copper, blonde and red highlights so that when my dreads are crocheted, all the colors will come through.

After my appointment, Lisa began to get really excited about experimenting once I have them...but when I first recorded her, she was nervous about it (and it shows). She's a dollie...I love her.

feeling blessed...again.


tara & em

Heather with Found and Made (one of my delicious sponsors) made Em and Tara friendship necklaces to wear while they are apart (our dear Em moved back to her home in Australia...I wrote about her blessing on the beach here).

One of the photographs I took of them during their BFF photo session last year is on the back of the necklace and I LOVE how it turned out. I am just adoring how they can carry one another around close to their hearts. Em wrote about the necklaces on her blog here.

Oh how I need these little blessings as of late. Our dearest Cedar is cutting his first two bottom teeth, so it has been three full days and nights of a low grade fever and him in pain. Our sweet chill baby has been whimpering and limp and just wanting to be rocked and held. My heart is breaking into a million pieces. I love him so, so much and when he hurts, I hurt.

Boho Boy and I are so new parents, I know. There is such a tenderness that has surrounded all of this. We held him all night, back and forth...holding a cool wash cloth to his forehead. We talked to his Pediatrician and we are doing all the right things. Now its just having to wait.

So Kelly Rae's article and Em and Tara's necklaces have truly been a gift during a tender time. Giving us that little boost of strength we need right now.

Feeling so blessed to be reminded about how important our friendships are in our life. I do not take for granted that we are circled by some of the most amazing souls that walk this earth.

published in somerset life!


photo by kelly rae

Months ago, Kelly Rae let me know that she was writing an article on friendship for Somerset Life magazine. She had asked if she could use images from the session I photographed of her and her BFF, Mati Rose last Fall at Squam.

I was tickled that the timing of her writing this article shortly after that photo shoot was so absolutely harmonious. Initially, I had scheduled separate photo shoots of both her and Mati but last minute we thought it would be fun to also get a "few" photos of the two of them together. It ended up unfolding into this beautifully bonding experience for all of us and such a release for the two of them together at the end of a long week.

Behind the lens I fell in love with their connection, which both seemed so grown up and then so giddy and childlike. We had joked that it felt like I was doing an engagement session because of how close and intimate it ended up being. I felt honored to capture the endearing and charming layers of it all. I had no idea the impact this session would have on the three of us.

The article has been recently published and is on bookshelves as I write this. When I first read it, I became lost in her words, resonating so much with how much my friends have helped nurture and guide me throughout my life. I love how she expresses how different friendships offered different gifts at different times in her life and the acceptance surrounding all of that. It was surreal to see my photos accompany her powerful sharings. I feel honored. Humbled. Awestruck.

When I found out it was on the shelves, my boys and I took a trip to Barnes & Noble and there it was; The sweet salmon colored beauty with Kelly Rae's article on the cover with "Friendship" in big juicy white words. Chills I tell you. Chills and tears. As I sent a picture message via my phone to my family, I felt so totally choked up and blissed out. Especially when they wrote back that they were proud. I don't think those words will ever fail to move me deep when coming from my family. No matter how old I am or how many dreams have come to fruition. It feels so good to make them proud. My inner child take sit all in.

More than all of that, I feel so proud of Kelly Rae. To have witnessed her follow her dreams, take flight and soar has been so inspiring for my own journey. Do pick up a copy if you can. Her writing is absolutely yummy.

Kelly Rae wrote about it here...and Mati here.

brave and healing cedar.

cedar
cedar, almost 8 months, canon 50d

Last week Cedar and I took our very first trip alone together on an airplane to visit my family. It was a little over an hour flight, which sounds quite short but I still held anticipation in my heart leading up to this day. I had no idea how Cedar would feel during the trip...If the sounds would frighten him or if his ears would ache or if the timing would coincide with his nap and he would miss his routine and be weepy. I held all of the concerns I suppose any parent has. Will we sit near tolerant and patient souls? Will I be able to manage all of this alone? Will I melt down if he melts down? So many questions.

The night before I put us to bed earlier than usual to prepare for an early morning. I laid in bed and took many deep breaths. I closed my eyes and imagined the worst possible scenarios and with them, I imagined I handled them with grace and ease. I wanted to be in a space where I let go of any expectations I had on him or myself and just trust that we were in this together and will get through it and be in the arms of my dear family in the end.

Boho Boy stayed with us until he had to part at the demand of the security guard when going through security. He kissed us both and with a lump in my throat I handed my boarding pass to the security guard. She observed the three of us struggling to part and warmly smiled and cooed at Cedar. Then this other strong female security guard said "Ma'am it looks like you need a hand!" and she grabbed my stroller and folded it down for me and helped me take all of the baby liquid stuff out of my bag, all while I held onto Cedar in a carrier wrapped around me. Then once I went through, they helped me yet again on the other side. I was prepared to do all of this alone and was so in awe that others wanted to help.

Cedar remained calm as I walked him round and round the gates before we lined up for our flight. People stopped to coo at him. I began to feel a calmness. Then as we stood in line, an older man stood in front of us and kept looking back at Cedar. He had a scowl on his face. He carried so much stress in the lines between his eyes and around his mouth. At first I thought he was disappointed a baby would be on this flight. I suddenly felt nervous. Then this woman standing a bit further to the right of us joyfully waved at Cedar and winked at me as if to say "I get it...its all going to be okay." Through her, I found some strength.

I took a deep breath and whispered..."smile at the gentleman, Cedar..." and that made the man's face soften and light up. I didn't mean for him to hear me. He then turned around and proceeded to tell me about his two grown children and how one had five children and the other struggled with (in)fertility...but they had adopted a boy and a girl from Guatemala. He then took out two tiny photos of the adopted children. He shared all this without knowing my story, so of course I felt empathetic to him. He felt that from us and his eyes got teary. I then told him Cedar too was adopted and he took a deep breath and said..."I would have never guessed. He seems so much yours." I know it was an awkward thing to say but I knew what he meant. It was an emotional exchange. He found out he was in the wrong line and said goodbye with a pat on Cedar's head and we never saw him again. Cedar and I walked onto the flight and I felt like the man was a little angel sent to put my heart at ease but also to feel healed himself. I could tell that at one time, he struggled with the idea that his children would adopt and I saw in his weepy eyes that he has come full circle and has embraced them and understands fully how families come together in unique ways.

Cedar and I snuggled into our row. I wondered who would be brave enough to sit with us. I looked up and saw the woman that joyfully waved at Cedar earlier in line. She said; "May I sit with you two?". What I loved about her question was that the tone was full of hope. Again I took a deep breath of relief. "Yes, yes...please do!"

We spent the remainder of the flight giddily getting to know one another and Cedar was so calm and curious and lovely the entire time. We both found her so charming and witty and adventurous. She had been a single mom since her children were little and now they are grown, one living in India and the other a white water rafting instructor at Tahoe. She shared how important it was to her that they grew up with a sense of adventure and knowing how big the world is out there. When they were young, their family would take trips to places just because there was a deal on a flight. It didn't matter where...they just went. She was in her early 60's now and was applying to National Forests all around our country so that she could experience living and working in the woods. I couldn't get enough of her wild stories. She was so inspiring.

While we were sharing about one another's lives, she would take Cedar from me at the very moment I needed her to without me asking. She was so in tune with me, having traveled for years with little ones herself (and now as a grandmother). I felt nurtured and cared for and listened to. Cedar fell in love with her. He stroked her face and kissed her cheeks (wide mouth baby kisses) and laughed at her adorable and joy-soaked voice. Cedar also smiled at all who sat around us and I saw a calm wash over them when they looked in his eyes.

While we were landing, the woman had shared with me that someone in her family adopted and how special that little boy is. It was then that I shared Cedar was adopted too. She took a deep breath in and with her hand over her heart, big juicy tears welled up in her eyes. She said; "He is so very special and you two were so meant for one another. That is very clear to me." I then broke down in tears and laughter and no more words needed to be said between us. We wiped our tears and she patted her hand on my knee and we both nodded and I held Cedar tight as we landed. Before walking off of the plane, we exchanged emails and hugged.

I couldn't help but notice how healing Cedar was. To the old man in line. To the woman sitting next to us. To the flight attendants. To the teenagers sitting behind us. To the man in a suit and his laptop in front of us. I saw walls come down at just one gaze in his soulful eyes. This is something I will never get used to and always cherish when it comes to his gentle spirit.

What a brave and healing person he is. I feel so honored to have been chosen as his mother.

Will share about the sweet time with my family soon.

blessing for em*

em falconbridge
the gorgeous em, canon 50d


all the girlies; tara, morgs, maren, em, me, amy, lisa photo by tara


tara lighting candles, canon 50d


the blessing space, canon 50d


em, canon 50d


em & her precious swelling belly & dreamy dreads, canon 50d


em, 7 months pregnant, canon 50d

Em's BFF Tara organized the most romantic gathering of fem souls to bless Em on her journey to her third earth child, as well as her journey back home to Australia. I have known (and photographed) both Em and Tara but I had yet to meet a few of Em's soulful tribe of women she has grown to know and love during her time here in California.

The evening began for me with the drive North to the beach. It was a 1.5 hour drive and was so very precious and healing for me. It was my time to reconnect to the gypsy part of me that used to love long trips alone; windows rolled down, music blaring, heart soaring, hair blowing. The stereo in my car was stolen a bit ago but I didn't let that stop me. I placed a cute little boomie box on the passenger seat and popped in an Emiliana Torrini CD. Her voice is absolutely perfect for a coastal drive nearing sunset...Especially her song Sunny Road, which I played over and over.

There had been a last minute switcharoo as far as the location due to crowds and both Tara and Em phoned with apologies because I had to turn around and drive back another half hour or so. To both of them I giggled and said..."Are you kidding? You have no idea how much I need this time in my car alone. This is a GIFT. Weeeee!" I could have kept driving for a few more hours.

Once thing I noticed that has shifted during my delightful zone while driving is that for years I used to spend that time dreaming of things I wanted to come to fruition in my life. Sometimes they were practical dreams and sometimes they were wild...like playing a guitar and singing to thousands. But this time, I wasn't thinking of things I wanted to happen. I was thinking about things that already were. To Emilianna's voice, I was envisioning my son and his darling ways, our sweet little family and how we are together, how much I adore my work, my tribe of dynamic, loving, juicy, creative girlfriends, my parents and sisters. It was a time of feeling really present, really grateful and so empowered.

I am wondering if part of that was because I was on my way to bless a woman in my life that embodies those qualities...being present, grateful, empowered (and so much more).

What a beautiful evening it was. Tara and I arrived early and set up and one by one, these lovely women danced onto the scene and I just found myself truly enamoured. It doesn't surprise me that Em attracts such radiant beings into her life. Since I didn't know most of them, it was quite refreshing to just sit back and absorb their connections. To listen to their stories and put the pieces together of how they all met.

I think we all felt connected immediately because of the common thread of loving Em...who is so easy to love. As the sun went down and the tea lights in the jars surrounding us began to flicker, each of us placed a dreadlock bead in Em's hair while sharing how we felt about her. There were giggles and sighs and nodding heads to all the mushy stuff said but it was Tara's words that I will never forget.

I am in awe of their sisterhood and I saw such a selfless letting go for Tara and her best friend moving so far away. As they shared with one another their deep love appreciation for their friendship, we all had tears running down our cheeks. For a moment, we too felt the warm energy that the two of them wrap around one another. Magical. Just magical and a moment I feel extremely honored to have witnessed.

Em...you are a gem to so many. Like I said as I gently placed the bead on my dreadlock of choice, there are so many reasons you could be intimidating to others; your beauty, your style, your outrageous talent, your fame, your heart, your character. But you are so very humble and giving and you truly open your arms so generously.

You are so much the change we want to see in this world.

Blessings on your journey, dear friend. I look forward to the day we rub our dreads together. ; )

Tara posted more love and images here.

{cedar and i are off to northern cali for a week to be with my family. take gentle care all of you.}

early morning spilling*


photo by deb schwedhelm

I woke at 5am this morning with a deep yearning for quiet time. Hopefully a few hours before Cedar wakes, I decide to sacrifice sleep to fill my cup both literally and figuratively. A dear friend of mine that is a musician sent me an MP3 of a new song last week and I hadn't had a moment to listen to it yet. I poured myself a creamy cup of coffee (yes, I am drinking coffee again and loving it) and listen to her hauntingly smooth voice...over and over. Up in our loft, sun isn't coming through the arched windows yet, I have my earphones on. Well, half on one ear, the other is open and listening for the wee peep of a baby through the monitor that sits on my desk. I am still in my silky pajamas...straps, so that my skin can feel the morning crispness.

I'm alone. This is rare. So very rare these days.

As I write my friend an email, while listening to her powerful song, with tears brimming, I write this...

"feeling a little land locked and if i could describe another sensation, that many hands are pulling at me as i walk down a busy city street. i just feel like i am giving a lot and not getting time to fill up. today i decided to sacrifice sleep for a little sanity."

Somehow hearing her voice as I write to her, I feel as though she is curled up next to me and it is easier for me to spill the deep stuff I normally can't reach.

I don't think I am complaining about giving so much because I am not attaching much negativity to these sensations. Its just something I feel aware of this morning. I wonder if I feel it more because before this year happened, I had 36 years of only being responsible for myself. I had an abundance of time to care for me, to fill my cup, to seek, evolve, nurture. So much so that I remember telling my sister one day in the thick of our fertility journey; "I am tired of thinking of myself".

Of course now where I sit I understand that it is a balance I will need to learn. That in order to remain a fully present mother and wife, I will need to figure out ways to think of myself. ; ) I think this morning I just learned one way; get up early, when my boys are sleeping. Even if that means drinking a huge cup of coffee. It is worth it. And perhaps in a few years I can go about it in a more healthy way (like a tall glass of ice water or green tea or a jog) but for now a cup of sweet and creamy coffee is a delightful companion.

I'd love to hear your ways of how you take time to nurture you. Whether you're a mother or someone who feels pulled in many different directions in your life.

I already feel the hands that have been pulling at me start to let go. The busy street is fading and is now turning into a beautiful meadow with the most perfect tree to sit under and breathe. I hope to revisit this place tomorrow...even if just for a few minutes.

dreads!


photo from istock.com

Many of you yummies are asking if I indeed decided to get dreads. Well YES I have! Weeeee! I made the appointment to get crocheted dreadlocks for August 1st. I absolutely adore the stylist and we have exchanged a few emails and have had one juicy phone conversation. She is such a kindred! She has actually started to read my blog, which is super fun and wonderful because I will be sitting in her chair for up to 6 hours and we can get down to the real juicy juice now that knows much of my story. You know how new stylists ask you a plethora of questions about your life? Well, this allows space for her to share about her...which I will love more.

The photo I attached is the one I showed her that resonates with me most (the blond on the right). She loves it and said this is her favorite way of doing dreads; sort of a soft, natural, untamed, flowy and romantic look, much like hers are.

So, August 1st people!! Light your candles and send me some magic. I already bought my first dread bead to bring to the appointment for the one dread my stylist chooses. I want her to be the first friendship bead. My girly friends are each going to put one in my hair as well so I can carry around a little tribe of love in my new messy locks.

So ready for this new journey. I love my hair, always have and this is one way of loving it more. My hair and I have been longing for something new and funky and this just feels so right. My husband is excited too and I know, I KNOW Cedar will love to pull on them and teeth on the beads. So truly, fun will be had for all.

Thank you so much for your love and support through this decision making process. It meant the world to me to share it with all of you.

A friend of mine that lives in the city where I am getting them said she would document the process. I feel so blessed that she offered. I will be sure to share!

i like how you are!


a birthday kiss i sent to stacy via picture message on phone last week

I've been quiet here for a few reasons. One, our internet has been fickle. Two, I have been under the weather with a sore shoulder/arm from a heavy baby, as well as an endometriosis flare. Three, some emotions have surfaced and I needed to work through them in my sacred space before resurfacing.

Since the first few things are just physical and annoying, I want to share a bit about some tender feelings that have been spilling out of me the last few days.

I know I have shared here that I am carrying an extra 20 pounds on my petite bod that to me, represent weight from my fertility journey, the hormone treatments, my endometriosis that grew from the treatments and the depression. I have also shared that I am a lover of curves and that as tempting as it is to me in fleeting moments, I really prefer to not be really skinny but to embrace my DNA hips and bosoms and small waist (thank you, marmie for this gift).

I haven't put too much energy into any of this as it as unfolded because I was being gentle on myself. I realize I was going through a lot emotionally and I didn't want to put pressure on myself in other areas of my life because I felt so much pressure with trying to get pregnant. We were already trying a gazillion diets but the purpose was not to lose weight but to be clean and fertile.

Now that Cedar is in my life, I am more aware of this extra weight and really feel it. My energy levels are not what they used to be pre-fertility journey. Neither is my motivation to exercise and be fit. Two things that used to be a huge priority to me in my life in order to stay balanced emotionally and spiritually. My life is so full now taking care of a 20 pound little boy, keeping up the house, trying to manage my business and nurture my creativity. I need this extra energy. I need to feel better in my skin.

So, that's where I've been with it...knowing I need to make a few changes and being okay with that. But then a dark cloud hit and all this mucky muck surfaced and I fell into a head space that was spinning negatively. A few of my dearest friends have recently lost a lot of weight. Both of them on diets that take a lot of work physically, emotionally and spiritually. I was so stoked for them not only because they felt better in their skin but they needed it for their health and well being.

Of course me being the curious one, I thought to myself..."let me try, let me try!!!". And I did. I tried both diets and I just couldn't stick with them. The most recent one really rocked my world. I was set on doing it for three months because that is what my friend has done and its worked wonders for her. Four days into it, I was crying in my huge bowl of salad. The 6th one I had eaten in three days. I felt like my body was rejecting what I was putting in. Not because of withdrawal but because I am so in touch with my body and I knew it was telling me this wasn't right. I felt exhausted and depressed and moody and unhappy. My blood sugar felt screwed up. I was basically a weepy mess and my husband was concerned. So, we had a long talk yesterday morning and it all came pouring out.

As the feelings spilled, I realized yet again, I have such healing to do in regards to my fertility journey. Month after month friends suggested treatments that worked for them in regards to getting pregnant. Whether it was a diet or a meditation or what not and of course I tried it and of course it never worked. It always ended with a feeling of being left behind for me. Of course now in retrospect, they weren't supposed to work because Cedar was supposed to be my son and K was supposed to carry him and not me. So, I of course thought I was healed from those left behind feelings.

Not yet, I suppose. Once again, a few diets that have worked for my friends, didn't work for me and it resurfaced all of those feelings of failure and feeling left behind that I had felt before. I know these feelings aren't true. I know based on the outcome of my fertility journey that there is something so very perfect for me, for my body chemistry and it will all make sense in the end. What I just realized, I suppose, is there is healing to be done and gentleness to be had in regards to all of this.

There are moments when I can tap into the light within me and not focus on the extra weight I feel. Moments where I see what others see. Moments where I carry myself with confidence and strength and love and realize that this is where it is all at. Its not about my size...its about my heart and spirit.

The other day I was browsing around in the funky boutique. There was a tall beautiful Arabic man gracefully walking from fixture to fixture straightening all of the clothes. I remember I felt beautiful that day and I hadn't felt that way in a long time. I had taken time to curl up my hair and put on my new anthro shirt layered over a silk slip and linen pants. I felt a light about me. The weight of the world was off of my shoulders for a moment. I was feeling so very present and grateful. He approached me and fanned his hands up and down the air in front of me and said "I like how you are!!!" I giggled and then we giggled and I thanked him, letting him know how wonderful it was to hear this.

He didn't say "you are beautiful" or "what a great outfit". He said "I like how you are!". It was such an all encompassing compliment that meant so much more than something surface. I will never forget those words because it helped remind me that beauty is so within and when you FEEL good, no one looks at your extra 20 pounds. They look at the light inside of you and how you carry yourself and express yourself. I think this is why sometimes I can pull my extra 20 lbs off in my world but most of the time, it gets to me because sadly enough, it is rare these days that I feel balanced emotionally like I did in that boutique.

But I am coming back and one of my dearest hot foodie friends is going to help me create a "Love Myself" lifestyle change (she loathes the word diet) that includes lots of pleasure and fun and creativity. Just the way Boho likes and needs it! We are all so unique, aren't we? Its okay that one thing works for one and not the other, although I do realize there are basics that are needed in all things. We are never left behind. We just need to open our eyes to the different path that is meant just for us. I look forward to this new juicy path.

Speaking of pleasurable and fun...I just love this angle of me and the little dude that I took this morning and wanted to share:

7 months*

cedar {7 months}
cedar, 7 months, canon 50d

Its beginning to truly sink in how much my baby boy has grown. His baby face is becoming less baby and more boy. His feet dangle over the car seat because he's growing so tall. He fits into 6 - 9 month clothing and they are snug on him. He is in size 4 diapers because his booty is getting super bubbly. His hair is beginning to grow over his ears and flip up and naturally part in the middle. And this is just his appearance.

If I begin to share about his delightful personality that is developing I'll start crying. Oops, too late. Tears are already present. I tried.

He's just...well, just...unique in spirit I suppose. But every mother feels this way, I know. He has this pure joy about him that touches people. Whenever I take him out, if they are not commenting on what a pretty girl he is (even if I put him in blue...hee hee), they are saying that he is such a happy, joyful baby. And he is. Always smiling. Smiling with his whole body, with his mouth open wide and his hands clasped to his chin. Smiling like this while gazing deeply into the person's eyes. People walk away feeling loved and special and cared for and important. How they should always feel, really...but Cedar has a gift to show them in an instant.

He's also very affectionate. He loves to stroke our face and neck and arms like a person in love with their lover. When I lay him down for a nap and move him on his side towards me, he immediately grabs my face...one hand on each side, places his forehead on mine and holds tight until he falls asleep. I look forward to this three times a day. It often makes me cry and his face gets all wet but he doesn't mind. He just breaths deep and gets it. He gets how long we've been waiting for one another and he never questions the tears. He even sometimes wipes them for me. He's been waiting too and perhaps this is why he clings so tightly. Finally, finally...we are together...thank you mommy and daddy for enduring all that pain. For sticking it out. For holding onto hope that I would come someday. Here I am. Lets marinate in it together.

He is 7 months old, right? So often we hear that he is an old soul.

cedar {7 months}
cedar, totally posing for mommy

He is now doing this adorable diddy where he sings vowels. "Ahhhhhh"...."Ohhhhhh"...."Eeeeeee", along with his huge body smile and his arms waving and drumming his hands on whatever is in front of him. It totally cracks us up. He's already a rock star.

His attention span is unbelievable. It actually weirds people out sometimes. If I have a friend over, he can sit on my lap and listen to us chatter on. He just observes and silently participates in the communication. If we have those nights where we are totally worn and need to veg out on a show, his eyes are glued to the telly until the show is finished. Its wild and we often shake our heads, knowing this isn't normal. Babies can't typically sit through an episode of In Treatment where two people are sitting on a couch in therapy for 30 minutes straight, right? ; )

He's learned the sign for "milk", so we now know when he is thirsty. Now we're working on the sign for "food" and next will be "mommy" and "daddy". You keep doing it and think to yourself, "how will he ever get this?" and so, the first time he signed "milk" we were totally blown away.

This isn't about me bragging or boasting about my child. This is me being totally in awe and feeling so absolutely humbled that we were chosen to be his parents. I just feel he has some awesome work to do on this planet and that raising him is crucial to all of this. I often try to not be overwhelmed by the task but to just love him fiercely and with total abandon and know that this love is what is going to teach me how to teach him.

He's just so precious to us. He's sleeping now and I miss him and want to go wake him up just so I can get drunk again with his gorgeous, soulful eyes. But I'll be a good mommy and let him rest. Or I'll just lay there quietly and stare without him knowing. I don't know how many times I do that rather than all the other things I should be doing while he's sleeping. ; )

happy birthday schmoops*


stacy anne de la rosa, canon 50d

Happy Birthday, my sister~friend.
You've had me since hello. Truly had me.

I'll save my gushing about you, for a sobbing phone call. You know...the call where I freak you out because as I am crying and telling you how fabulous you are and you begin to feel stalked and smothered but you love me anyways.

I'm not quite sure what I'd do without you. I'd probably not feel as complete as I do now.

Am I sounding too much like the Jerry Maguire film?
That's love, baby.

Send Schmoops some squishy bday lovins here.

cool little dude*


cedar {7 months} at park a few days ago, taken with phone

"I'm too sexy for this park. "

Loving his shades and his adorable Cedar onesie designed by auntie Christine just for him.

Couldn't resist sharing this! Don't you just want to chew on his baby cuteness? He's usually all smiles, so that is why this photo cracked us up. He just seems to pose when I start taking photos. Perhaps because he was born with a camera constantly in his face! ; )