the hair might have to go.
gotta get some "before" pics first...or maybe not.
the idea scares me. my hair's never been as short as it will be if/when i take some scissors to it. even when i first went natural i grew it out so i had a nice sized 'fro first.
i love my hair. it's beautiful. i'd always wanted locs and i was proud of myself for making the commitment and experiencing the journey. i am fairly convinced that i will loc my hair again in the future.
even so, i can't ignore the energy factor here. that whole area of my body feels almost...heavy, loaded. conflicted, in a sense. there's something underneath all this hair and all these memories that's trying to break loose.
there's a deep, nagging need for liberation, freedom--and it's not just related to the job and the writer's block and all of that.
i need to let go.
it's entirely possible that in order to begin the rebirth i've been moving towards, i have to physically take the first step, by my own hand.
mantra: it will grow back.