Looking out from a mountaintop in Colorado, I have felt the harmony of the earth, the sky, the water, the sounds, the quiet solitude within a group, the music of the ages. Looking out over the trees for miles and miles, I have realized the vastness of the world. Looking out from the mountains, I have seen one tree in the distance. A peaceful tree…one with the earth and the sky. And the world seems smaller. Harmony…when one tree can make the forest seem whole again.
Hoping that you find your own harmony on Earth Day, 2017 and on all days.
Before spiked hair. Looking awful at the State Fair last October!
There are times when I think spiked hair might be kind of fun. Like maybe for a day or…well…maybe just the morning. I would like to look cool as I walk down an aisle at Target. With spiked hair, I could go to all sorts of stores. I don’t know where those stores are really located…but, with spiked hair everyone will just tell me where to go. I don’t mean there.
Not my color, not my style, not my necklace, not my outfit. NO.
Spiked hair would make me look younger and maybe smarter and maybe carefree. I would color my hair back to my original really very blonde, instead of sort of blonde when the sun shines just right. I would wear either some of those hippie like sandals or very tall wedges. I would wear a silk-like flowing shirt-like dress…just casual enough that I look like I am going to the beach or, at least the lake.
Getting slightly better. Only a little slightly better. What is a stronger word than slightly?
I would resemble Sheryl Crow, but her hair isn’t spiked. Well…who cares. I like the way she sings and I know someone who knows her. They grew up in the same town, so that means that I almost know her. With spiked hair, I would sing folk or maybe jazz songs at the very hip corner club. And I would play guitar like Sheryl Crow or Keith Urban. I might as well go for the big time. People with spiked hair can do that.
I call this the Hurricane look. My New Orleans relatives would not appreciate this hairstyle at all.
One problem. I absolutely cannot stand that sticky and icky hair gel or whatever people use to make spiked hair. I would gel everything in sight…like my shoes, no…my sandals. My knees would be sticky. My elbows would be sticky. I don’t even want to think about my flowing silk-like dress. Hair gel is awful. I really dislike hair gel. Hair gel is disgusting.
Thank goodness that my hair is not this long. This spiked hair looks like it would get under my collar and drive me totally crazy.
However, my spiked hair might work out. We might have a positive. Hair gel…I mean the very good hair gel…is expensive! I would need A LOT each day. Such a problem…I wouldn’t be able to go to Fuzzy’s Tacos every other day and Chicken Salad Chick on the other days. I would get WAY skinny!
Bring on the hair gel! Tomorrow may be my first true spiked hair experience. Everything will be better with spiked hair. That is what I think that I heard!
After spiked hair…
I actually think that I could handle this one. And see…this person looks very slender. No Fuzzy’s Tacos or Chicken Salad Chick for her. No $$$$ left!