It is pouring the rain here at the cabin right now and for the first time in a long time, I’m glad. The sound of those big, fat raindrops hitting the roof will hopefully lead to some much needed serious sleep tonight. I’ve never been one to like the rain… at all. It usually depresses me to the point of wanting to crawl under the covers and just hide until the sun comes out.
Mountain Man has really tried to get me to see the beauty in the rain and fog, and at times, I’ve been able to. And tonight just happens to be one of ’em. My only problem is that it’s still just a little too early to call it a night and I’m hoping it’s still raining like this once we retire for the evening. And I’m really hoping to sleep good for the first time in a week.
Blow dryers, flat irons, serums, creams, sprays, and potions. These are the necessary tools for a lot of women out there who were blessed with a head full of naturally curly hair. They blow out those curls using really hot hair dryers and what some might consider a tug of war between their hair and a brush. Then they slide each strand between the two hot metal plates of a flat-iron to make their hair stick straight. Then, serums and creams are applied to keep the humidity out and finally, they apply sprays to hold each and every strand in place. This whole process can take anywhere from a few minutes to more than an hour, depending on how long or short your hair is, and how straight you want it.
I am one of those women who was blessed with a head full of waves and curls. I am not one of those women who thinks that blow dryers, flat irons, serums, creams, sprays, and potions are necessary tools. I am one of the few women who happens to love that I was born with locks that kink and curl and twist all over my head. My hair has a mind of its own and it does some really strange things sometimes. But it’s always interesting and it’s always something I get compliments on, no matter where I go.
I don’t fight with my hair. I don’t try to get it to do things that go against its groovy nature. I don’t try to force the strands into submission by applying heat to the point of frying them. I don’t rub in copious amounts of various different products hoping for a miracle. And I don’t run for cover every time it rains or the humidity rises.
I embrace all my little coils and twists and I just so happen to love a little rain in the forecast or a little humidity in the air. It makes my ringlets springier, zippier, and happier. If anything, I wish somebody would invent a hair care product/machine that simulates humidity and moisture for gals like myself that prefer that poufy, wild, crazy, curly look.
Until then, don’t be surprised if you see me boldly walking through the rain without my umbrella. After all, a little rain never hurt anybody and sometimes, you’ve just gotta embrace what you’ve got.
Honestly, I know rain is a necessity in life. And I know that without it, we would cease to exist. But it’s been gloomy and nasty outside for the past few days up here at the cabin and I’ve had just about all I can take!
For the most part, I don’t mind being alone here thru the day. But on rainy days, it just seems like time stops and my world moves at a snail’s pace. No matter what I try to do to pass the time, the day just seems to linger on.
Living in the woods, I spend a lot more time outside than I ever did when I lived in town. Everything’s quieter here, more peaceful, and you feel a certain connection with the earth that you just can’t get in many other places. When it’s raining cats and dogs everyday and you can’t get outside to walk around in your backyard, (or, in my case, your side of the mountain), and enjoy your flowers and watching your garden grow, or watching the birds and deer and whatever other critters happen to show up, it can get kinda depressing.
Longfellow said “Into each life a little rain must fall”. But he also made sure to remind us that “Behind the clouds the sun is still shining”. I’m just glad that the only rain falling in my life right now is the cleansing kind that ensures a new beginning. A fresh perspective on things to come. A bright future just waiting for me.