My hair was a major topic of conversation tonight at the pool. And the now-over-half-a-year-long No Shampoo life choice, too. It was a great reminder that we’re past due with a check-in.
Report? It’s going fine, thanks. No changes. I’m up to about 3 to 4 weeks between washings (with the baking soda solution). Even though I’m rinsing my head with every shower. Using the vinegar (alternating with the lemon sometimes) about every 10 days to 2 weeks.
One of the things Hanna wrote about when she first researched this project, was how, after the chemicals are gone and no longer stunting our follicles, the hair just naturally grows, faster. And healthier. Her findings were correct. My friend Patty said she could practically WATCH lengthening tresses sprouting from my head.
(That might be a slight exaggeration. But my rapidly changing styles, every few days, definitely do say something.)
Riding home after class, with no scarf or hat on, just a wet head, in the continuing wind, felt quite lovely. Of course, then I was concerned that I could be going pretty fast and might lose my headphones/earbuds. Even if they ARE the sturdy type.
The message I woke up with today was about being our true selves. This daily draw says much the same. Metaphorically, anyway.
Step into the light.
Share your gifts and talents with the world.”
Echoing what we heard yesterday, we are encouraged to lead by example. Being our true genuine selves, sharing and caring, is absolutely the key.
When we reach out, we are helping others. When we live in truth, we are helping others. When we follow our own path, we are helping others. All of these roads lead to being better, spiraling up into better versions of ourselves, from the inside out.
Self-Care Cards by Cheryl Richardson
comes with a story. Another unexpected small adventure. Before work today the deputy decided to take a quick neighborhood jog. Off he went. Maxx and I held the couch down, catching up on our newspapers.
Less than an hour later, he’s back. Very red-faced and sweaty. But without his hat. (One of our favorites, a gift cap, in fact.) He thought he knew where he had lost it, recalling when he’d yanked off the top layer of shirts and tucked everything into the back of his running shorts. (Clearly a GUY thing to do!)
Enter his dutiful* wife. I volunteered to ride back along his route and look for it. Which is precisely what I did. Ta da! Found hat. Hence the additional numbers in my pedaling details on a day when I usually just go up to the pool and back.
*I started to type the word intrepid, but Delia just recently used it much better.
Retrieving my Beloved’s beloved chapeau added almost exactly a full mile to my 4.928, and about 6 minutes to the half an hour time, at 9.6 MPH average speed.
those biscuits I still haven’t gotten to. If we’re lucky, they’ll be fresh from the oven when Dan arrives for lunch tonight. (Fingers crossed that he gets a lunch!)
here’s to hoping you all had a beautiful and loving Beltain/Beltane.
Unless it really is on the 4th this year, in which case, let’s say that one will be great as well! (See note under Pagan High Holy Days in the [middle/center] side category, if you haven’t already.)