As I pluck the hairs on my chin through a magnifying mirror, due to my aging eyes, I can’t help but notice the many creases on my face that become more prominent with every hair-plucking experience.
I smile at the thought of ‘Elder Damali’ while I push the grays back and under the brown hair. Out of sight out of mind, right?
Not really.
I make noise when I stand. When I sit, my body feels achy, and my stomach can’t tolerate my favorite foods as it once did. And please don’t make me laugh, because that’ll eventually turn into a coughing spell, and I will eventually drip onto my undies. Sometimes the laughter bypasses the cough, and lo & behold; pissy panties.
Just when I begin to feel anxious about me aging … I’m reminded of us. Of the sacred space where the physical aspect is acknowledged simply to touch one another to bring the spiritual / emotional connections full circle.
I don’t remember any of your ages, my brilliant moon sisters, because I’m certain I’ve never counted as high as the years your beautiful old souls have existed.
The amount of incarnated time you’ve spent on this plane and how you see your face changing when you pluck your own chin hairs is something I can’t process, because I see your soul as you see mine.
Q: So who am I plucking my chin hairs for?
A: For a very vain me that prefers her face hairless. Duh!
Damali Vidot
Damali Vidot, former President of the ChelseaCity Council, is on her third term as a Chelsea City Councilor. Damali works in public service to build a brighter future for communities like Chelsea and Charlestown in the wake of the COVID-19 pandemic - a future that will leave behind the failed policies of the past.
