Why I Am Shaving My Head

More people than ever are experiencing alopecia. Hair loss from drugs, chemo, cancer, chronic illness, hormonal imbalance.

I am priveleged that my mane is  thick and healthy, an adaptable color and medium wave. I am very blessed, and I know that. I want to know some of how the other half lives.


It’s also a reclaiming for me.

Historically, and still in some parts of the world, to shave the head of a woman is one step removed from rape. It is a sign of humiliation and shame, a taking by force of something she values, stripping dignity. A man can do it in a fit of moral passion and still sleep at night. 

It was meant to brand the “wayward woman”, the rebel. The social outcast. The less-than. The UnWoman.

Come on, baby, light my fire…

I have talked to women who are in relationships where the other person will literally not allow them to cut their hair, or has such strong opinions about its beauty value and what the loss of it would be that the woman is too afraid to lose their appeal or worth in that person’s eyes.

I have been that woman.

I have hidden behind my hair, distracted myself with updating it when I couldnt or wouldnt change other things in my life that needed attention.

I have tried more products, styles, changes, and accessories than I care to count. A lot of them worked for me! I am priveleged with great hair, I can carry off a variety of styles and looks. Almost everything looks good on me.

I don’t know if it’s because of the amount of blessing or not, but for me my hair has been both a canvas of experimentation and a visible barometer of my internal journey. So if I feel my hair is not reflecting my state-of-soul, I get dissatisfied.

Until recently when I figured this out, I just thought I was a flighty and shallow, insecure bitch!! And so have a lot of hair stylists and probably my husband, LOL! 

Also…I’m kinda just done. Not even pixie-cut done, SHAVE done.

I have really thick hair. REALLY THICK. I get flaky scalp, oily sebum stuff that gets under my nails, and after the first day post shower it just ends up pulled back, out of the way. And then I get headaches and tender scalp because it’s so heavy.

My hair is in my way.

I am a mother of a toddler. Or should I say, tugger.

I want some freedom.

Also, I’d like to switch it up and spend more time with makeup when I go out because I KNOW what my hair is doing! 

This hair has been with me through some of the most stressful times of my life, to date. It and my cells are carrying the memory of that.

I can’t slough off all my old cells, though they will all be replaced within a year. Except for my hair… that I can chose to part with, now.

So many cultures have traditions of hair cutting. For grief, repentance, marriage, shame, new beginnings.

I ran across a quote on Pinterest, “A woman who changes her hair is about to change her life.”

And I am.

I want to finally get back to my art post-baby.

I want, for the first time in my LIFE, to join a gym.

I am finally in a new state for the first time, away from parents and friends and anyone who knows me or expects anything of it.

Yes, my husband (a cis hetero man) is complaining. I really do have awesome hair, and I know that. But, he also understands. He has shaved his head multiple times, and is encouraging me out the other side of his mouth to go for it and experience it. 

I have amazing eyes, flawless ears, good skin, a dramatic mouth, and (hopefully) enough chutzpah to carry this off. 🙂

Plus, he might do it with me!!

So, in a sacred (and slightly scared) act of female empowerment and hair activism, I will be learning to love myself for what is there without anything to hide behind or blame.

It will free me to shower more and care for my skin alone, decorate my face, explore core confidence, change my style and habits, embrace new routines and develop my body’s potential for beauty.

As it grows, I hope to have an entirely natural hair care routine, along with brushing and oiling and many fun cuts along the way!

I am excited to learn and love my hair from the roots upward. 🙂

Have you ever engaged in a drastic hairstyle change? How did it make you feel? What, if anything, did it change for you?

XO,

Sarah

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Womb Words: Same moon, different world

This is not the world of our ancestors. It is far removed from the world of our grandparents. And now, we must at least acknowledge that this is not even the world of our mothers anymore.


You know the issues. You have seen them, have them, heard about them.

CHILDREN having severe eczema when they have been exclusively breastfed and mom was on an organic allergen-free diet throughout pregnancy and postpartum. WHAT THE HECK.

Childhood obesity, childhood diabetes. PCOS, Endometriosis, thyroid and postpartum issues out the wazzoo…
If I didn’t know any better, I would say women and children are under attack.
I don’t negate or ignore what men are experiencing. The prostate, thyroid, adrenal, heart, kidney, muscular, developmental, and sexual malfunction in our world today are INSANE. Not to mention cancer.
Some people try, so very hard! Eat this not that, exercise and detox… And still get nailed. Others dont try at all and seem to be healthy as horses until they drop. But now, even the “I can do and eat anything” supergiants like my dad are showing chinks in their armor. 
The things coming at us today are like nothing the world has ever faced.
We don’t have the cushion of time to prepare for hard news when it can be texted to us. (Break-ups?)

And our adrenal glands have a difficult enough task sorting out if the stressful and violent things we see in the news and on tv or movies have happened to us in reality. Our adrenals can even be confused by dreams, the original virtual reality. When you see footage of bombings, riots, abuse, fighting, your body literally thinks you experienced it. Because you are taking it in through your eyes, on the screen of your mind…
Teenagers are exhibiting the amount of stress associated with mental patients in 1950.
Speaking of the 50’s, back then folks used to laugh an average of 18 minutes total per day. Now? It’s closer to 7 minutes.
Simple farm foods like fruits, vegetables, even water can be tainted or carrying disease, toxins, and worse into our bodies as we attempt to heal and nourish them.
The oh so informed “They” are wondering if this will be the first generation to preceed their parents in death.*

Light pollution in most places is interferring with the moon’s light. 

This affects us because that natural glow and its changing course (plus gravity field) used to be the guide by which the bodies of women regulated the menstrual cycle. It was a near given that on the full moon, give or take a day or two, every women who could bleed did. For just 3 days usually, together. 

But due to isolation, insulation, and hormonal interferance through drugs, chemicals, and food, there is now at least one woman menstruating every minute of every day! 

Imagine the difference our planet can sense in that…
This also means that natual family planning is much harder for the modern woman since that regular means of prediction is out the window. It used to be so intuitive, something solid to set your clock by. What must that have been like, right??!! 

Granted there have always been women experiencing difficulty with their cycles, whether unable to concieve or carry to term and have a healthy delivery.

And for that, there were the midwives. The wise women. The “yarb (herb) women”. The witches.
Massage, prayer, grounding, herb teas and baths and tinctures. Accupressure, sexual positions, healing foods and restorative movement, these were the tools of the midwives and witches who tended the health, birth, and death of the world for centuries.

Whatever you have heard before about these women, their societies, and their practices, I want to offer you more.

I have studied natural healing remedies in both a modern setting and what historical information can be found. I have pieced together this archetype of Witch, Midwife, Wise Woman from commentary, social studies, history, and finally by analyzing the psychology behind where we used to be and where we are today.
Something important to be known is that the term Witch didnt used to be a bad thing. Not until the odious spread of the Christian church under Constantine, threats of “assimilate or die” cheerfully handed down to the local culture being conquered. There are almost too many threads to pull when it comes to this loaded term and its turbulent history, but until I can cover them all or you uncover them on your own, just imagine feeling the same way about the word “doctor” as you do witch. Hard, huh? One conjours up images of a peaceful and compassionate person who knows what ails you and fixes it as quickly as they can. The other is a germy figure in a haze of superstition and misinformation, grasping at straws and demanding your respect and obedience regardless of the outcome or they will make your life miserable. That’s been my experience with a lot of doctors, anyway. 

Yep, first one is Witch for me.
Moving on! The Archetype of Witch or Wise Woman can be seen as the “average”. Not every one knew everything, some more and some less. Some we better equipped, others more knowledgable. So I refer then to the collective They.

When these women were the default village “healer”, they and the moon knew the paths of a woman’s body. They knew, handed down and from exploration or experience, how to make a pregnancy succeed by strengthing the womb and regulating the ovaries. They could soothe a sick baby, speed and ease delivery of one, help a woman avoid pregnancy if she wished or needed to, make comfortable the aged and terminal, and soothe the dying on their way.

They often knew more about sex than the average person, particularly solitary exploration for more pleasure than procreation. Consumed with survival and work, most people didnt have time to lift their head for study or learning, beyond their own craft and home needs. And parents taught children, so the ignorance perpetuated unless you went to the wise woman. 

Another thing the witches knew was how to control the womb that had gone ahead with its design and was knitting human tissue that wasn’t welcome. See my previous post on herbal abortion.

It wasn’t harsh. It wasn’t sudden. It wasn’t anyone else’s business.

(Quite often in those days women wouldnt tell their husband they were expecting until it was far enough along to be sure. The manual labor aspect of life in those days made it a chancy thing.)

So when an overworked mother of six missed her cycle and couldnt feed another mouth in 9 months, she went to the witch and came away with tea and massages until her flow began again.

When a young girl was abused by an uncle, a teen raped by her boyfriend or soldiers on the road…

When a couple came together, the husband fearful of how much blood there had been last time his wife gave birth and how tired she had been months afterward. Or the wife eager to help her husband in the fields so they could earn enough to move away to a farm of their own.

The lives of our ancestors were not so unlike ours in motivation.

And the midwife knew how to bring about what was desired.

It was between her and her client. And the moon.

Birthing, too, was utterly private. Even the father was not allowed. 
Womb business was never meant to be a public spectacle, nor up for public debate.
There are ways the new medicines and old practices can progress hand in hand. Part of the issue is “old wise women” out of touch with the hacked and messed up bodily systems the modern person deals with, and their natural remedies failing. This fuels the anti-herbal prejudice of the white coats, doctors who can see and understand the science at work. Yet are often no closer to a solution themselves, and do their best to prescribe something that deals with the worst symptom and brings in a host of others.
I believe many herbal remedies aren’t taking the way they used to. Or are taking longer, having less effect, etc. 

I believe this confuses the wise women who know what worked for their granny. And the results that natural remedies DO get confound the doctors and scientists!
In the past, this battleground got very bloody. Women in black with herbs across from men in white coats with chemicals and surgery.

Even today in some Appalachian Mountain communities, doctors are not welcome. And in most city hospitals, herbs and oils are heavily criticized and practically illegal.
It is time to end this feud.

We all need each other’s medicine, the world is sick and too many people are hurting.

As with religion, the way forward for medicine is Progressive.

A doctor who will refer you to an herbalist if that’s what you need to heal. Or do a surgery if that is truly in your best health.

And a shaman who will tell you to get your ass to the doctor when your physical body needs it.
Every person who stewards health, the gateway of existance that is the womb, or the threshold between Life and Death is a special soul with much laying on their shoulders. Many have come to this life loaded with innate knowledge of healing from ancestors or past lives spent in this field.

We all need each other, every tool we can possibly have, for the sake of the patient.
And women need the consent, trust, education, privacy, and empowerment that working with witches over their cycle used to give them.
Witchery has always been about women’s rights and bodily autonomy. It’s known by other names now, but maybe it shouldn’t be.

A tidbit to help you discover the people behind this amazing Archetype: Black as a color repells negative energy. Wise women have always known how to deal with the haters. 
I’m with the Witches. And Progressive Medicine. (Look it up, it’s a thing!)

XO,

Sarah
*I never intend to bring up negative info without the balance of Hope. If this has distressed you, PLEASE look up Medical Medium by Anthony William! Website, books, Instagram, Facebook. I can attest from personal experience and recommending it to someone worse off than I, this protocol WORKS!! There truly is hope, we can all heal and enjoy life again! More on this later, I just couldn’t leave anyone sad or in fear.