Published on November 11, 2010
Most of the hair on my head is not my own.
I carry the world of others aligned, woven, dreaded into a crown.
It hangs in front of my face to shield my vision–
or tied in a knot behind me to soften the load.
But I am fully aware that I no longer am alone.
I am guided from something beyond.
And I let it rest and tangle and at times cascade around me.
As I learn how to walk this new frontier.
As I gather the strength for the journey before me.
As I grow wildly into the hair that now adorns me.
(photo taken by my beloved Hansel)