May 2, 2019

Making it up the mountain

I've been making my way up the mountain. That's both real and metaphorical.




The walk up Beacon mountain starts just three houses from mine. I've climbed to the top a bunch of times, but lately it seems like more of a struggle.

Today I'm happy to say I made it even further up.
The bugs getting stuck in my hair were actually more of a challenge than the steep climb. Which reminded me of course of a song my father used to sing to me. Because most things in life remind me of a song my father used to sing to me.

Hair from the play Hair:
"Darlin', give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair. Shining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen. Give me down to there hair, shoulder length or longer. Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair. I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy, snaggy, shaggy, ratty, Matty, oily, greasy, fleecy, shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen. Hair, hair, hair, hair."

I have this idea to make a book of photocopies of my hair. Here are the first two.










3 comments:

Jon Slackman said...

I love your hair.

Michael Kriegh said...

Love the hair book idea. Do it! And about mountains, metaphorical and otherwise, I wrote a blog for a long while called "My Mount Everest is Calling." It was about my journey to being a fine artist. We all have mountains we want to climb. Nothing to do but start up the slopes and see where we get to...

Samantha Palmeri said...

Yes, I read a lot of your blog Mt. Everest. You're right, sometimes all there is to do is to start walking up!