By the Hair On My Chinny, Chin, Chin

Like many women, I have wild hairs that grow on my chin. Amidst the barely visible down that adorns every woman’s chin, I have random stiff hairs, standing dark and proud. Staunch, rugged individuals among the insubstantial fluff. Rebels.

I tend to keep these hairs plucked and my chin tidily feminine, but a week of wrangling boxes and furniture left my boar bristles free reign. My chin looked decidedly mangy this morning as I lucked each pioneer, each thick outpost, from my face.

If I had 100X more chin hair I would do this, only in pink and black. Click the pic to read an article about a disturbing beard trend.

On the eve of Imbolc, the season of initiation, my chin hair seems to be a symbol of something. Plowing under last year’s corn stalks to prepare the ground for a new crop. Shedding the old in readiness for the new. Beautifying the temple of my body as the earth prepares to deck herself in flowers.

It seems right to do a bit of extra grooming this time of year. I really want to get my hair and nails did. I’m considering bleaching my hair blond to shed the dull brown of winter. I want to make preparations to move forward as the best I can be: joyful and sound of body, spirit and mind.

I think today I will spend some time grooming my person and my living space, so that tomorrow I will be refreshed and ready to groom my mind into a poetic bent, for the 7th Annual Brigid Poetry Festival.

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About Star Foster

Polytheistic Wiccan initiated into the Ravenwood tradition, she has many opinions. Some of them are actually useful.