I have learned a lot from my hair. It is my one enduring relationship, lasting over my entire life.
A number of years ago, I made a clay mask as an art project with my students. I poked holes all around the edge, and threaded varying lengths of tan raffia through the holes. It hangs on the wall in my study, over my computer. It’s called “It’s a Bad Hair Life.”
That philosophy pretty much summed it up for me in the years since I made my mask. My hair never behaved the way I wanted it to, and I have spent my life in a struggle learning to cope with my mouse-brown, fine, once straight hair. Left to do its own thing, I could easily pass for one of the young Beatles, probably Ringo, though it really wouldn’t make any difference. My hair was not a “crowning glory.”
Now I find my hair changing on me! With those new natural silvery “highlights,” my hair has become thicker and wavy! What a surprise to find I can scrunch it, and it looks okay! I can sleep on it, brush it in the morning, and go out in public without a hat. How did this happen?
Now, I have to rethink my whole, Bad Hair Life philosophy. I realize, through the years, my hair has taught me patience, sort of. It has taught me acceptance, sort of, and it has sort of taught me humility. I haven’t ever been able to successful learn understanding from my hair, but maybe that will come with time. I am learning from my hair that things DO change, change is good, and if I apply these other lessons learned from my hair to my life, I will find aging to be a perk. Go figure!