Today was beautiful.

My mother cut my locs

We put them in a bag and had conversations on if I planned to reattach them or not. After confirming I don’t plan to reattach them, we all were in agreement that we need to do a bonfire soon and it’ll be a good time for me to burn them because we don’t throw hair in the trash baby, ifykyk.

This collective knowing led us into a rabbit hole of the wisdom from the aunty griots that have transcended,

And talking about all that passed down wisdom while having my locs cut by my mother and my short hair styled by my sister while talking about the important women of our lives and lineage felt like a ceremony.

And yea, sign me up for more moments like this please 💚