Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Bird Hair
Spouse's unruly beard looked like a bird's nest, and then it became one.
Spouse, who was unable to shave for the better part of three months, unable to trim his enormous head of hair, relinquished his disheveled appearance on Sunday.
Our friend took the shorn curls and gave them to the birds. She scattered to the wind the reminders of terrible days and urged the birds to take the remnants and weave homes and draw comfort from the strands.
Now somewhere up a tree there is either a beard shaped like a nest or a nest shaped like a beard.
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6 comments:
it sounds like a lovely way to let go of some of the shock and pain of what happened. and i really love your last line.
thinking of both of you!
xox,
/j
I think Edward lear once said something about that.
Saw the pictures. An Eagle perhaps, or the entire Wren population of Maine. Glad you had a great visit. Pappy
Julie, Thank you :) We're doing much better now.
ArtSparker, Ah, yes, bird's nests in the hair.
Texican, that was very funny. And Spouse appreciated the joke ;)
So glad you are posting again. A nice idea--to make a ritual of the hair and beard trimming and offer it to the birds. I once found a nest with the selvege edges of quilt fabric woven in--plucked no doubt from the dust heap near my garden.
Morning's Minion, birds are certainly industrious creatures. They'll find what's best and make use of it. Clever little things.
It certainly made us feel so much better to be rid of the hair in such a wonderful way.
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