Vestige



"39 years of hair", I thought as the husband went through my scalp with the satisfyingly buzzing sound of the clipper with clumps of hair falling all over my body and onto the floor.  "I am letting go of all that." That which has been the quiet witness to everything and anything that has come to pass in my life-- Childhood. Favorite stories. Stories of becoming, unbecoming. Places of beautiful memories. First love. First broken heart. Many firsts. Seconds too and multiples of many more things unspeakable and worthy of praise.

Everything is a myth until it is manifested in the body, my teacher Arianne said. We inherit karma, various spiritual traditions have reiterated.  This path to healing has many faces and countless detours. Surrender is a word that I am presently learning to live by. What happens when I acknowledge, be with and honor that which is manifested in the body? What happens when I allow karmic inheritance to pass through without resistance? Naming it even? Owning it? And then gently and compassionately bidding it out the door? What happens when I surrender?

Love takes it place.

Shaving my head, letting go of all those years. It just made sense. Far be it for me to do it just to create a stir in social media or a trend for hashtags. But a stir in my own heart, yes. Oh yes. And should it create one in yours whoever you are reading this? Good for you if it did. Let your own heart lead you to the love that has been waiting for you all along.

“Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you truly love. It will not lead you astray.” - Rumi

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