My hair is now a decent length, able to fit in a ponytail or a french braid like the best of them. Like my locks I’ve come a long way. And this is no relapse. It is now safe to say that after a few false starts I am now ready. Months of work and seeking, healing and venting, laughing and growing have flowed in a single stream. These labours of love will not be wasted, not be put into the foundation of just any old thing, or be invested in the future of any old person. My pearls will not be cast to swine.
He would have to be a star to pull me out of my paradise and into his heavens. His heart would have to be made ready and swept clean of any other woman’s stuff. No residue. He would have to be prepared. Prepared to adore every strand, even the three grey ones. Prepared to hold me high and say with pride “she’s with me”. Prepared to ride out tough times and bad moods, cramps and cravings, bad jokes and busy days. Prepared to be part of my support system and be fiercely supported. To worship my God with me and love me second only to Him. To husband my home and father some of God’s masterpieces.
No small job description. Big shoes. But who’s waiting?
The Singlestream will continue untainted. My essence is what it is no matter who is nearby and no matter who I love.