Rewilding my silver hair
As I was visioning into my 50th birthday pilgrimage to Isla Mujeres, one thing that arose is that it was time to stop dying my hair and let the natural silvers grow on in. I was ambivalent either way and honestly really hated dying my hair.
I always used a natural henna dye powder, and this is what I was guided by Spirit to offer to the sea on my 50th birthday.
My hair is another act of rewilding my body.
It’s about me embracing my aging process and my authenticity, in a culture that strongly emphasizes a woman’s youth and beauty. Well, there is much beauty in a woman with a shining crown of silver hair. I’ve earned it.
I refuse to follow this narrative that I must dye my hair to keep looking young. It’s monstrously ridiculous, when you think about it.
It’s fascinating to me, how this one thing can also draw so much attention and criticism from some in my circle of family and friends. It feels like a radical act of protest!
The more my silvers grow in, the more I’m in awe of this part of myself that I never knew existed. It actually excites me to see the silvery strands making their presence and I can’t wait to see how it looks when it’s all grown out.
So here it is.
My silver hair status gallery that I’ll keep updating. I’ll start with my glamour shot, ha!
