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Ramblings about life . . .

What I share about my life is simply to help reinforce the understanding that it is possible to live with love and laughter, in between the tough times.

Life is what we make of it, no matter how harrowing. We accept and embody this with-in ourselves, thereby allowing the energy to manifest outwardly in our reality.

It starts with each one of us as an individual to form the collective consciousness.

Be the dream.

We honour the light and the life within you.

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Sunday, 15 January 2012

My hair

I’ve been washing my hair with an organic shampoo from the local health shop for the last year or so. It contains mainly Manuka honey and no other gunge that you get in the commercial stuff.

I’d tried once before many years ago to stop using commercial stuff but my hair seemed to object and become straw-like and disgusting, so I reverted back to the commercial stuff again.



I’ve been thinking about this a bit today…mainly because over the last month my hair is finally feeling silky soft. I keep touching it because it has been a while since it felt this way.

When using the commercial stuff it always felt silky, but once I stopped it was horrible. This time I persevered and a year of using natural gunge-free shampoo and conditioner has finally paid off.
Strange isn’t it…that it should have taken so long to reach this beautiful condition. I know it takes ages to clear out the crap not only from the hair follicles but also from the scalp…and my/our hair is a good indicator of my/our state of health.
Makes me wonder how much I was storing that it took a year…hmm.
And...
Not colouring my hair is a decision I made approximately 8 years ago. I kept getting terrible headaches whenever I did so…even using so-called natural hair colouring. Time, I decided, to stop filling my body with things it didn’t like.

Another slightly smaller reason…it stopped men hitting on me. The first thing they see is ‘old lady’ hair before the face and they back off. It started off as being my shield of protection…but not any more.

My hair is the one thing I will never change because it feels and looks so very ‘me’. I don’t give a damn what anyone else thinks…I like it…and so does hubby. I believe it makes me look unique. I often get asked if this is my genuine hair colour.

I turn 50 next month on the 9th February. I am proud and happy to be my age. Half a century is not a number to be sniffed at. Every laughter line, wrinkle, scar, white follicle and stretch mark tells its own story of all that I’ve been through to get where I am today. I’m very comfortable in my body these days…very much at home and at peace with myself and my imperfections.
I sigh with pleasure as I imagine a world filled with comfortable and happy women...and those who love them.


2 comments:

Dorothy said...

I have admired your hair for awhile. I also have long hair, have spent years with it, cut it, grew it, cut it. I guess I thought with age it should come off but I am much happier with long hair so here I am at 56 with hair to the middle of my back again. It's me. My daughter is always telling me she loves my hair. If mine is as pretty as yours as it greys, I would be thrilled, however it's still quite brown. (My birth mother was still half brown at 70 so I figure it's in the genes.) I use vinegar off and on and it leaves my hair silky but smelly lol. I will have to go see if I can find something like what you use!
Pretty and shiny!

Karen-Pallas said...

Ah, sweetheart, thank you.

Hehe...I also used to think that being older I should have shorter hair but came to realise long hair can be worn at any stage of life.

Our hair is so uniquely us. Genes will out.

Mine was a 'struggle' from age 16 when my first grey appeared. I was mortified but my mom merely shrugged and said 'it runs in the family'.

This is what is so wondeful about each one of us being so unique...and I tried to cover it. It was only once all the colour I'd put in it was gone that I realised it wasn't grey but white...but even so, I think at 16 I didn't want to be anything but dark brown.

Hugaroos
xxx