hair today

head of hair - Mosaic 24 March 2014This is a mosaic aerial selfie of my head of hair. Not a real representation, I grant you, and here comes the shocking truth, neither is the colour.  Oh. You knew that?

Under normal circumstances, I would be due for a hair cut (and colour) about now. It’s a thick head of hair on a big head. Come time for a cut, the waves get past a point where they refuse all pleas and considerable force to take direction.  Every visit to the hairdresser and her magic thinning scissors is accompanied by a happy dance into the salon in anticipation of lightening the load.

A few years ago, I gave considerable thought to shaving my head.  It felt like it would be a bold statement (of what I’m not sure), more risky than stepping out occasionally in brightly coloured socks. Unsurprisingly, the thought came to nought.

In a few weeks’ time, my hair will throw in the towel. There’s a pun there waiting to find better form, but I’ll move on.  Some time before that happens, the ‘careful what you wish for‘ bare head will happen.

When it does, I will remember the words of Mary Anne Radmacher who cut off her own hair during a presentation she made last October in Georgia.

“It grows back”.

Resilience includes recognising the gifts you receive along the way, even though you don’t know they’re gifts yet.



4 thoughts on “hair today”

  1. I’ve also toyed with the head shaving thing. I figured that would be a “benefit” to cancer, should that ever be part of my journey. Now (as in October), I’m thinking, “Why not?”. Will see. In the meantime…. ❤

  2. Metaphors abound in this journey, Lynn. Joseph Campbell’s “The Hero’s Journey” has been of comfort to me – we leave the comfort of our stasis to encounter change and hardship, and only then can we return transformed and, a hero. Who wants to be a hero? I know, I know.

    If I was there, I’d plan your hair removal ritual. We’d light candles and sing songs. We’d give thanks to the hair follicles and the hanks and strands that cover your head, and frame your face, and give your fingers something to stroke when you are thinking. We’d carry your locks out to your garden and offer it to the birds who will use it for their nests, and surround you with love because this is yet another step in this journey for us to experience with you, and through your eyes.


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