Now that I think of it, my natural hair journey has been a blessing in disguise. Like it has opened quite a number of possibilities that I didn’t have the faintest idea of prior to now. There’s a myriad of things going through my head at the moment;it’s a wonder that I’m able to think and write with clarity. The thing with the journey like every other voyage to the unknown is that you have to read up! It’s a totally new experience, it’s different and worst of all, it isn’t mainstream so you’re literally on your own(well, asides from the natural hair community online which never fails to lend a helping hand and whatnot).
Anyways, during the research, you’re exposed to quite a number of (overwhelming) information; the science of black hair, why hair is the way it is,regimens, products and the likes. While going through a wild range of products by trial and error of course, searching for the holy grail that defines your curls like that Bohemian weave, one of the things you’d come across is Essential oils.
Lately, I’ve been reading quite a bit on the magic that is Essential oils (Pinterest’s to be blamed for this honestly). The fact that they can be used alternatively to traditional medicines is simply fascinating which is where Aromatherapy comes in. Prior to now, I’ve not particularly been keen about it, except well, the word itself. Imagine my surprise when I realise that Aromatherapy is sort of infused with natural hair care or rather general well being and health care. Of course, my curiosity was piqued once more. Then there’s my organic lifestyle that I’m still trying to set in motion. Coincidence? I think not.
In a number of books I’ve read this past month and I’m currently reading, Walt Whitman has propped up on several occasions. John Green made an intertexual reference to it in Paper Towns. Infact, Song of Myself was somewhat the background of the book. And then, Leaves of Grass was Noah Calhoun’s prized possession in The Notebook and finally Elizabeth Gilbert quoted his lines in Eat, Pray, Love. (I’m sure it’s gonna come up again sometime) I think the universe is trying to tell me something given my current struggle with poetry. So I went ahead and got myself a copy of Leaves of Grass, a 600page anthology(which I haven’t had time to read. Partially thanks to John Green who wrote a whole verse in Paper Towns so it’s somewhat familiar now). But the thing about Walt Whitman, that fascinates me the most is his style of writing. Last night, Tolu and I tried to decipher some lines from Song of Myself. After going back and forth to no avail, one thing was established; Walt Whitman doesn’t need to be explained. His words, as profound as they are, just needs to be savored without being dissected else it’ll be ruined. I think that’s what poetry is all about. It’s not narratives that proffers explanations or analysis.
Anyways, I hope I get around to reading them else I’d keep bumping into him in books.