Last night before I went to bed, while I was brushing my teeth and gargling with the mouthwash from the pits of the earth that helps prevent mouthsores, I noticed something unusual growing from the left side of my head.
Can you believe it? A small white hair, about a quarter inch long, was waving - yes, actually waving - from the side of my naked scalp! Like the unexpected appearance of a deep purple crocus in the snow, a marker of relief! A thaw in the winter storms of life. A hint that better days are ahead, life is returning, spring will come.
Quickly I checked the rest of my head and for eyelashes and arm hair. Is there another? YES!! On my left arm, a small white hair about a quarter inch long!!! You have to hold your arm up to the light just so to see it, but its definitely there! Ya-hoooo. There is hope ahead.
This morning I woke excited and ran to the bathroom to see if it was still there. Oh, pooh. The hair on my head was gone. Disappeared in the middle of the night, a victim of the last round, I am certain. But I know what I saw. I checked my arm.
At first, I could not find the tiny little hair, but then, suddenly with just the right slight twist of my arm and just the right reflection of light, there it was! Still hanging on, promising that change is on the way.
Such a silly thread of hope to hang your hat on, yet ever so important. It is not always the big miracles that speak the loudest to our wounded hearts. Sometimes all we can process are the little signs of life, just enough to set us free from the winter of hardness but not so huge as to drown us with unreasonable expectation.
Hang in there, little hair. I know more will follow. I shall not be forever dangling over this precipice of pain.
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