Light and Air

Yesterday I spent the whole day yawning. I probably yawned at least once every couple of minutes. I didn't get any less sleep than usual, but I felt like I couldn't ever get a full breath. Fatigue. Even though my heart is strong, my body has still suffered from the stress of all this wrongness...wrong place, wrong time, wrong man. I'm yearning to feel right again. I know it's coming, but my body is as impatient for it as my spirit. I basked in a wonderful care package from my very dear soulmate/friend/shaman/familiar _ursa_, a box of home for me. And who knew that a simple black t-shirt hanging past my knees could feel like a suit of armor? It was like wearing a bear hug. I woke up this morning, breathing again...remembering that I could breathe.

I'm getting my hair cut today, and colored...probably something blonde as opposed to red. It's always a crap shoot, the hair thing. Ever since I cut my braids, I've been brave about the cutting. The color was something that never bothered me to start with, as my hair has been every shade of R.O.Y.G.B.I.V. and then some. But I'm feeling like some sun is in order, and so I'll start shedding the darkness from the top of my head and hope that the lightness of being will eventually travel to the tips of my toes.

Also, to those of you who are planning on helping this weekend (I sent emails with directions...let me know if you didn't get one...I may have inadvertently missed someone), please let me know which day you're coming. I know that coyotegoth is coming Saturday and I think that eleanor and possibly muzer are coming Sunday. Any day from now until I pack up is fine, if this weekend doesn't work with schedules....I am determined not to leave without seeing everyone I can at least once! : )

Think good hair thoughts for me!!