Last night I heard the story of how my aunt Lina cut her hair.
It was 1981. She had had two children. She had lost all the weight and was as fit as could be. Had the look of shining health I imagine – even today she is the picture of a healthy life albeit with a cigarette. She walked into the salon one day and said cut it off! It was GORGEOUS she says. I was HOT!
She was telling me how she wore a pair of those sexy jeans that had a zipper at the bottom and a lacy top the day she met Mick Jagger. Her hair freshly cut. That was the first tour she went on. They became fast friends for life. She tells me that rock’n’roll keeps her young. But if you sleep with anyone they never invite you back. She’s glad she never crossed that line. Sometimes frigid is a good thing.
It’s a beautiful thing, a haircut. The best thing in the world to transition from one stage of life to the other.
Another thing she told me is that as a Scorpio I am a woman of power. The seat of our power is in the genitals… therefore scorpios make great prostitutes (and here I choked because I thought she was gonna say lovers!) but she discourages that direction. I am told that I will re-invent myself every few years (as I have been known to do to date). I have the nature of the phoenix – rising out of ashes as good as new with the power to do great things and soar above it all. She switched from astrology to numerology and made my head spin but there it was, the number 8. Near the number of God (didn’t know before that God had a number). But my allergy to numbers prevailed and the details left my brain as soon as it touched down.
At the end of it all I looked at her hair and I looked at mine and decided, there are worse things than being a woman alone. We could do worse!