I’m letting my hair grow out

It’s a messy mullet – tossed at sea-

Caught in a storm….

And isn’t that exactely what this summer has been?

I won’t go into details

But I have been severely stretched-

So many significant changes.

But with a tiny nod to myself –

I seem to be ok.

Having made strides in the recent year-

Knowing that it’s my job

To be there for myself- tracking and loving

This whole complex deal called my life.

The grace of acceptance, not easily won

But so noticable when it has kicked in.