New Beginnings
For me, it always starts with the hair.
When i was 16 and fresh from recovering from a broken heart and inspired by the punks, I shaved half of my head away. It gave my mother quite a fright to see me coming back home looking like I had been scalped and abandoned by a crazed hair-stylist. She never did quite forgive me for that.
When I was 20, again, trying to get over a major phase of confusion in my life, I cut off my long hair and got a page-boy style done. It was in a word, liberating.
Yesterday, piqued by my inability to cross the threshold of a phase in my life which i'd like to leave behind, I went to the mirror and grabbed the bathroom scissors and without giving it much consideration, started snipping away. Before I'd realized it, the hair i've been patiently trying to grow out for over a year now, was lying in thick dark clumps in a plastic bag.
So now, i look like Little Orphan Annie, with the corkscrew curls not quite fitting in with my half serious adult face.
And after a long period of re-re-bonding my hair and denying my god-given curls, i think i've finally come to terms with it.
In Paulo Coelho's novel 'The Pilgrimage', he remarks that the things of this world dont last very long. I'm trying to remind myself of this to give my problems some perspective. Rivers swell and dry itself out. A problem carried by a girl with curly hair will resolve itself soon. Let time sort that kink out.
When i was 16 and fresh from recovering from a broken heart and inspired by the punks, I shaved half of my head away. It gave my mother quite a fright to see me coming back home looking like I had been scalped and abandoned by a crazed hair-stylist. She never did quite forgive me for that.
When I was 20, again, trying to get over a major phase of confusion in my life, I cut off my long hair and got a page-boy style done. It was in a word, liberating.
Yesterday, piqued by my inability to cross the threshold of a phase in my life which i'd like to leave behind, I went to the mirror and grabbed the bathroom scissors and without giving it much consideration, started snipping away. Before I'd realized it, the hair i've been patiently trying to grow out for over a year now, was lying in thick dark clumps in a plastic bag.
So now, i look like Little Orphan Annie, with the corkscrew curls not quite fitting in with my half serious adult face.
And after a long period of re-re-bonding my hair and denying my god-given curls, i think i've finally come to terms with it.
In Paulo Coelho's novel 'The Pilgrimage', he remarks that the things of this world dont last very long. I'm trying to remind myself of this to give my problems some perspective. Rivers swell and dry itself out. A problem carried by a girl with curly hair will resolve itself soon. Let time sort that kink out.
posted by Medusa aka expiringpoet at 4:25 PM
12 Comments:
Thank you for visiting my blog and commenting on the horses. Some people think they are a little creepy...but I see horses in the clouds, the foam on the beach and in the dappled shadows of the woods. These driftwood horses could have "accidently" come together from the stacks of driftwood you find on any beach. This artist has the vision to pull those horses out of the pile.
The beauty of art is the varied responses it gets from its audience. Some people see nonsense when they look at a Picasso while others see pure genius.
I believe it takes a special eye to appreciate and share someone's unique vision :)
Will keep an eye out for those horses in the clouds and the beach foam some day :)
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Phases are phases and come and go, but good writing has a way of hanging around for a long time!! Enjoyed reading about your "hair" changes!!
Hello Pat, nice meeting you :) I loved reading your poems too, you have a beautiful way with words!
Hope the grouchy cat will be exorcised soon!!! hehe...
wonder how you look like with a punk hairdo! you wear black leathers too? :)
dsnake, I would love to, but our singapore heat would probably give me leather-rash. Eh, u just finish watching Germany-Sweden play? Bloody frustrating one-sided game!!!
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Oh my, you watch football!!
I didn't watch becos last night at 11pm gotta go back to the office to work, reached home 2 a.m.
Missed the frustrations!
tonite will watch England Ecudor, you know what, stupid me put a bet on England winning the world cup. good as gone! :)
heehee...ya, can surrender your bet money now :P
Dont fret, ya din miss much yesterday. I got together with 6 other friends to watch the game. Might as well have watched my toe-nails grow. The Swedes kept missing the goal posts even though they had clear opportunities to score. My girlfriend was so pissed off with the Swedes that she calls them "the bumbling Swedish meatballs!!!"
Bah Humbug!
That's all I have to say for the England (1)-Ecuador (0) match.
dsnake- it seems you can still win your bet. Gah!
follow your heart and your hair
i cut mine every two or three years
(whether it needs it or not! - sorry, very old joke - but true)
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