Bald and beautiful
After watching Cloud Atlas yesterday, I ran into a new friend who is doing some work with me at Waldorf and we got into a very inspiring conversation. I’m trying to connect the dots in my life to walk the line that draws itself from inside me then out.
My dots start with Tin, and move through education (not a cookie-cutter, test inspired, grade driven education, but to really develop as a human being and thinker), and then to broadcast the seeds of that effort out towards the community at large where I see other children like Tin in need of opportunity, a new way, a new path – here I am connecting the dots.
Thinking about our conversation, smile on my face, and before heading back to my truck, I walked into Anthropologie in search of a night light for Tin’s bedroom since he’s had some issues with the darkness of his room that Twlight Turtle hasn’t helped resolve and a woman walked down the stairs with me, and then turned to me and said, “I’m sorry for staring, but you are so beautiful, I just had to tell you.”
Now you know – being bald has had its moments – and these moments where I am stopped and told I’m beautiful have come from women – and I have them a helluva lot more now than I ever did with hair – so I think these women see something else – I think this woman saw what was emanating from inside of me – this feeling of living a worthy life, of finding my path, of feeling joy bubbling to the surface — that gratitude was what touched her and connected her to me.
Being bald, what’s not to love?