Removing the Layers
The want to look younger, more beautiful, turning back the clock is a movement that has influenced Women for ages.
From skincare regimes, nail care, hair color… everything that can impact our appearance & make us look younger. What are we truly seeking beneath our appearance?
I used to spend hours prepping my hair in the morning. Having naturally curly hair meant I had to work extra hard using flat irons & an array of hair products to keep it smoothly straight. I went to the hairdressers every month to have it cut, dyed & styled. I’ve had different colors, different lengths, styles & it was a lot of fun.
Although I received professional & high-quality treatment to keep a certain look alive, I began to experience significant thinning & hair loss. Then, it became more challenging to coordinate hair appointments in between travels which meant going without hair color & enduring grey roots.
Until one day I SPOTTED a beautiful Woman with grey & white hair.
I made an appointment with my hairdresser and he supported me in this process by adding lighter colors to my long curly brown hair. I began adding blends of blond, caramel to mix with the grey that was coming in.
After 3 months, I was ready to cut it all off… a pixie cut it was. The reality of the grey & the reality of what comes with it began to sink in. It took me a while to get used to it & to smile at my reflection.
Letting go of my previous self-image, the realization of growing old… faced with aging & a step closer to death.
Letting go is a death process that liberates & transforms. Letting go of how others see me.
Removing the layers… the barbie image, the model image, the princess image, the wanting to look younger image, & stepping into a larger space.
The space of FREEDOM.
From this space, I get to decide. I get to say yes to the grey & white, regardless of what society thinks of me. Besides, my hair has grown thicker, curlier, shinier & healthier.
It’s easy to manage. This is freedom and there is beauty in freedom. Freedom of aging gracefully.
In October of this year I took part in Leadership training at the Priestess School in Ibizia, Spain. In this final training Module, we are initiated to step into leadership.
To DIE A LITTLE EACH DAY.
Dying to the self-image. Dying to the belief of others’ perceptions and expectations.
Leading the mystical way is seeing beyond the illusions of the physical body. It is serving the path of least resistance.
We inaugurated the first day of training on my 58th BEARTH DAY in a dance gathering of remembrance. Then, I remembered.