I am often utterly hopeless when it comes to picking out titles for posts..but really this last week has been one of discovery of what happens when we free ourselves in small simple measures.
Last week one cue from Apulu (Apollon for my Hellenic readers..Apulu/Aplu is how my Etruscan ancestors would gave reffered to him) I shaved my head. This is a symbol of freedom and detachment from vanity and cultural expectations of beauty. It is a symbol too of utter devotion and a measure of personal purufication. Come Monday I will shave off the stubble for the weekly purification rite which includes ashing my head and face to represent burning away of that which was.
Every werk I symbolically burn away that which I accumilated over the week to better myself, to purify and sanctify myself. After the lengthy ritual I chant as I enjoy a lengthy bathing session followed by annointing my scalp with a special blend of annointing oil for Apollon of my own creation.
I am his, that is the thing which I am. His priestess and mystic bride.
When I go to interact with the world I wear a scarf as pertaining to mundane tasks and as a matter of protection (and warmth lol…I do live in Alaska!). But also be ause having my head freed means I am also more sensitive to shifts around me that xan be muffled by these means when I am running errands or being social. As baring my scalp is also designed to bring me closer to my lord I cover my scalp to as a sign of respect to the purpose of shaving the hair rather than attract attention to my bald head.
On the whole is liberating but also brings such a close connection through liberating myself from the barrier of my hair. The hair itself being a symbol not only of my personal vanity but also a sheild around the crown of my head and more depending on its length. The weave of thread is cut and I am bare in all my essence.