this.

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i told her how beautiful she is with her hair shaved off short. 

she said it all started with going into retreat on solstice, 

she couldn't afford to go anywhere 

so she stayed home and held her own ceremony. 

one thing led to another 

and she cut off her hair and then shaved off the rest. 

i've always felt something akin to her, 

something kindred in us both. 

i told her 'you are beautiful' and i meant it.

we also talked about injuries and aging, 

how it seems to take so long to heal when we are older. 

something about this knee thing, 

being grateful for surgery performed by a pure soul surgeon. 

every day i wake and say 'thank you.' 

every day i find it easier to speak what's in my heart. 

every day i find it easier to stay out of others' heads. 

every day i find it easier to ask myself 'how do i feel?....what do i need?'

i remember the first time i was told 'you are an old soul.' 

now i know what that truly means......

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