It was about three-and-a-half years ago that we had a terrific discussion about long hair on elder women. I went back to re-read it over the weekend because I was delighted with this comment that arrived on Saturday from a reader named Catherine.
”Just came across this and agree with the story. I have worn my hair short and 'neat' since the age of 25, was lucky to be one of those that just ran their fingers through and it was done. However, I hit 51 and broke loose.
“My hair has been growing wild for a year now and before I hit a very stressful period it was growing thick and curly as it had done when I was little, I am lucky that it still has a lot of its own colour but there is grey becoming more obvious now [and] this funnily enough bothers other people more than me.
“The stress has caused some loss and lack of lustre but it will recover. I love it, I love feeling the hair on my back and I love the way the wind makes it look wild and messy and I am longing for the day when I have a head of white curly hair.
“I don't care that it will age me. Why? Because I will be old and finally me, without needing to conform to the expectations of others. I love my hair, I am proud of my hair. It's part of me.”
Doesn't Catherine make you feel good? Her enthusiasm for her wild and messy, graying hair blowing in the wind rubs off. And her attitude toward her future elderhood is something I wish I could bestow on everyone alive.
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, I.S. Kipp: Fun Baba, Funny Baba or the Green Smoothie