New Year, New Hair, New Map
Here's me feeling sexy with my new 'do and Juju, the black cat.
Big thanks to Adriana, my sister midwife and hairdresser extraordinaire, for helping me step into 2021 a whole lot lighter. Though perhaps it wasn't the most sensical choice given we are moving into the coldest time of the year in my new, not-so-tropical home. But then sexy is rarely sensical...nothing that a fashionable scarf can't fix!
About three years ago I cut my hair under very different circumstances.
It was a new moon, solar eclipse in August of 2017, nearly a year into my postpartum depression. Being someone who is ritual/ceremony oriented, I designed a hair cutting ritual to try and release the darkness that seemed to envelope me.
I gathered an intimate group of sisters, found the perfect spot in the Enchanted Forest of North Miami and created a labyrinth. As we gathered and smudged with sage, each sister entered and took her place within the labyrinth, with Adriana at the center. She would tidy everything up so I looked "pretty" in the end.

I invited each sister to cut a piece of my hair as I walked by them in my labyrinthine path to the center. As they cut my hair they spoke aloud things that they wished to release from their own lives--as what's personal is also collective.
I knew that the things they wished to release were not different to what I was shedding--the patriarchy, the perfectionism, the comparison, the shame, the grief, and on and on.
In this way it was not just about my own personal purging but became a communal release. And when we do transformational work together it is far more powerful than anything we can do alone.

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