coming back to natural

For about eight years I used to pluck my eyebrows veryvery thin, creating an arch that always said, "oh yeah?"

Now I only shape them the tiniest bit, allowing my face to express itself in a fuller and more natural form.

The funny thing is that they don't grow back all the way. I can still see the sassy teenager and early twentysomething saying, "I can create myself into whatever I want!"

That is part of me too, part of my natural history, visible in layers.

Coming back to our true selves can take a long time, and it bring scars and changes that we integrate in to the new normal.

outside

It's amazing to me how different it feels to be out in "nature" as opposed to the city.  I forget when I don't get out of the concrete that there exist places where a person can dig a hole or build a beautiful pyre out of found wood to light a fire.  Next thing you know, my friend and I were making up songs in two part harmony.  We get to express our creative selves in other ways in the City, but sometimes it just feels right to use my arms and legs to walk and carry and let my creativity come out in ways other than pen and paper or a cute outfit.

Right?  The Outside reminds us who we are on the Inside.  Or something.  Let's go play!