I have stopped dreaming about my mother since I cut my hair.
|my hair being chopped|
|Me, kissing B. I have...|
It is not that it is a bad thing, on the contrary, there is much that is good that this act of cutting off and sweeping out, it was just so quick and I am still adjusting. it was just so quick and I am still adjusting. Things happen and then you have to adjust. Mom’s illness and subsequent death was so quick, I think my brain and my heart have not caught up with themselves and I trying to sort it all out. There are days to pile it into a brown bag and take it out to the trash and there will be other days when it needs to be sorted: recycle, glass, cardboard, compost, keep, hope, hold.
|Short hair & a kind of smile....|