Notes on 30 Days of Compassionate Self-Discipline Guided Retreat

I don’t think I mentioned this before, but the night I caught my egocentric karmic condition working me over, I went into the bathroom, and began trying to comb out my dredlocks.  I rubbed olive, coconut, and sesame oils into them.  Wen Intensive Therapy hair mask.  Then I lost the ambition, grabbed a pair of embroidery scissors, and chopped them all off.

I actually really liked my dreds.  I’d only had them for about 6 or 7 months, and they were deep violet black.  But I just didn’t want to take the time to take care of them, and I had that feeling, like it was time to cut my hair again.  

The last time I cut it short was in the winter of 2010, I think.  

I have made it to day 5, day 6, day 7.  Then suddenly I stop, start over again.  I don’t mind failing.  Each time I fail, i feel like some secret piece of a hidden tapestry is being revealed to me.  The image will emerge exactly as it is meant to.