It has been a week since I have written anything for the blog, not for lack of material but for lack of time. I know there have been times when I have come out of my spiritual practice of Zazen because of that lack of time… this appears to have been a week where I have come out of my spiritual practice of writing. I am working on an essay taking a look at UU Church Social Action Committees, another on how and why we set behavioral boundaries in a UU church, and even one relating to the upcoming (should I say impending?) visit of my mother for the first time since we moved to Chicago…
I even thought about writing this morning about the irony of my building manager having three trees around my apartment cut down on Earth Day…
But while I am working on all of that, I thought I would share a picture that came up from the depths of a closet I was cleaning yesterday (I did mention an impending visit from my mother;) ). This picture of me was taken in 2001, right before I moved to Texas. In fact, when I left the studio where this picture was taken, I went right to a barber shop and had my long, wonderful, Fabio like hair cut off. I had that hair for three years. My last haircut (other than dead ends… I am confortable enough with my manhood to go to real salons and have them pamper me) had been in 1997, when I came home from Bosnia.
Anyway, for those of you who know me, but have not seen this picture, I thought you might enjoy the laugh. For those of you who only know me through this blog… here is my “street cred proof” that though I may look like an Eagle Scout now, I was once the long haired hippy… Usually up in a pony-tail… but down when I was trying to look “pretty”… 🙂
Yours in Faith,
David
weren’t we just talking about your long hair days? haha.
sucks about the trees getting cut down… didn’t part of you want to go chain yourself to them like a good hippy?
David: I think we all had our long hair days… I did. I knew my hair was thinning on top and I told my friends to let me know if it started to look really really bad. Every year on my birthday they would take a photo of the top of my head but never said a word. Finally, I realized they were telling me… several years later… and I buzzed it all off… sometimes I can be a little dense… 😉