"Reuniting with the story I am here to tell with my life."
There is such a sense of coming home for me as I read that sentence. To reunite with the story I am here to tell with my life is a practice I would like to continue to devote my life to. Saying a yes to the unknown which awaits, and meeting it with a smile of welcome and an open heart.
Blessings to you as you move through this threshold, and on the journey beyond.
This is a belated response from one who has long since embraced the silver locks. My decision was driven by a strong allergic reaction to the hair dyes I had been using for many years to retain my curly dark mop. Like you T, I opted for "cold turkey" and a close crop cut. It grew out surprisingly swiftly . It took a while for me to get used to seeing the face of my Nana in the mirror but I soon got over it and never looked back. what a liberation!! I sometimes have nightmares that I have dyed my hair a strange aubergine colour . . . I awaken with a terror in my heart and have to get to a mirror pronto to ensure it was in fact a horrible dream. So, I am about to cross a threshold, a "never look back" moment looms as I officially become a pensioner at the end of this month. Right now it feels ok. . . I don't expect it will fundamentally change me . . . . but ask me again in February and let's see how that is going! I am also on another threshold, revisiting a book I wrote during "lockdown" ; exploring more fully my own understanding of what I wrote at that time and why it matters now. Lockdown was a liminal space for us all and the vestiges of its impact still linger by the now unlocked doorway. THANK YOU for your post, it has stirred something here.
Passages in all form represent our ability to move in flow. I remember talking to you about the gray v dye thing in Glastonbury! I love your hair and you. Lovely legacy for your Aunty Con!
"Reuniting with the story I am here to tell with my life."
There is such a sense of coming home for me as I read that sentence. To reunite with the story I am here to tell with my life is a practice I would like to continue to devote my life to. Saying a yes to the unknown which awaits, and meeting it with a smile of welcome and an open heart.
Blessings to you as you move through this threshold, and on the journey beyond.
Beautifully put Sarah, and thank you. I feel there will be more to share on this as it unfolds.
Reuniting with the story I am here to tell with my life.
I hope you do.
Keep us posted on the progress on that story you've been germinating.
Thank you Susan. Glastonbury feels like such a long time ago now! Is it 10 years??
This is a belated response from one who has long since embraced the silver locks. My decision was driven by a strong allergic reaction to the hair dyes I had been using for many years to retain my curly dark mop. Like you T, I opted for "cold turkey" and a close crop cut. It grew out surprisingly swiftly . It took a while for me to get used to seeing the face of my Nana in the mirror but I soon got over it and never looked back. what a liberation!! I sometimes have nightmares that I have dyed my hair a strange aubergine colour . . . I awaken with a terror in my heart and have to get to a mirror pronto to ensure it was in fact a horrible dream. So, I am about to cross a threshold, a "never look back" moment looms as I officially become a pensioner at the end of this month. Right now it feels ok. . . I don't expect it will fundamentally change me . . . . but ask me again in February and let's see how that is going! I am also on another threshold, revisiting a book I wrote during "lockdown" ; exploring more fully my own understanding of what I wrote at that time and why it matters now. Lockdown was a liminal space for us all and the vestiges of its impact still linger by the now unlocked doorway. THANK YOU for your post, it has stirred something here.
Passages in all form represent our ability to move in flow. I remember talking to you about the gray v dye thing in Glastonbury! I love your hair and you. Lovely legacy for your Aunty Con!