August 6, 2006
Shirking the Cloak of "Femininity"
I cut my hair. I thought about doing it yesterday, told my Man about it, woke up and did it. My Man cut it for me. I vacillate between sheer panic and giddy joy. It is short. I sometimes get the feeling that I have it in a french twist, at least that feels like the balance of it.
The good thing about hair is that it grows.
In an effort to categorize and then shelve my fear:
I fear that unenlightened men will make untoward comments.
I create a large box (if only in my spiritual center), and place this fear within it. This box will gather dust from disuse and inattentive uselessness.
The last time my hair was this short, my life was out of order. I'd left home and went to seek myself. Washington, California, Oregon. I did some fabulous stuff during that time, which helped to formulate who I am today. And some crazy stuff happened too.
That was so long ago; and I a different woman.
I have been thinking; I am not my art, I am the experiences that help to create my art. But I am not my art.
I am not my hair either. This is my 'warrior haircut', which is what my Man called it as he cut it away.
Anyway!
I need to go sew.
Posted by Melly at August 6, 2006 5:28 PM