It’s always interesting, the let down after an weekend full of friends and plans and socializing and fully enjoying a three day weekend.

I’ve been napping most all the day long. In between episodes of Game of Thrones, that is. I’ve looked at homework, pulled the next novel for class and put it right here close by me so that at any moment, I might pick it up and begin. I’ve checked into my group project web email to see that none of my group for my 19th-C class has checked in. And I folded a load of towels and put them away.

That’s pretty much it.

I think it’s ok, I’ll get some reading finished tonight, and besides, this weekend was already full of accomplishments.

I cut off Cindy’s hair.

She’d been growing it to donate, as part of her Life List, for about two years now. It was perhaps, one of the most interesting experiences, most emotional experiences, I’ve been a part of in the salon.

We cut the giant pony. In order to get the majority of the length, some bits came out uber short, but I knew where I was going with this cut and knew it would work out. I also know how fast her hair grows, and where it’s going to be in a blink of an eye.

The pony itself wasn’t the emotional part.

As I cut, flicking the weight of the hair onto the floor, section by section, I could feel the change.  We both began to see the girl emerge…this girl that had been gone awhile. Not in exile,  she was on a journey. . . and with each flick of my shears, with each snip and cut. . . she began to return.

Layers of emotions, of thoughts flooded my heart.

This is what she looked like before…before. 

There was a lot of weight that was attached to that pony tail.


Here she is.

It was a rising.

Joy rising.

Strength rising.

Life rising.

We laughed. We cried. We got massages and ate Burn Your Face Off Salsa. In between that we hosted a bevy of friends in the back yard and amidst the tiki torches and under the full moon, we laughed some more. We understood the fleeting promise of time and we all just stopped for a bit, and soaked each other up.

It was full. It was perfect.

Today was quiet.

It’s always a little sad…because it’s is altogether too short.

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2 Responses to Quiet

  1. Cindy says:

    I love you so much.

  2. Trisha says:

    I love that cut. LOVE it. Wish I could rock it half as hard.

    Well done.

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