As I reached down to open my bathroom cupboard, I couldn’t help but hear the song from the 1968 hippie Broadway Musical, “Hair!,” playing in my head on repeat. [Book and lyrics by Gerome Ragni and James Rado; music by Galt MacDermot]
Hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it, my hair
I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy
Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
Oily, greasy, fleecy, shining
Gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen
Knotted, polka dotted, twisted, beaded, braided
Powdered, flowered and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled and spaghettied
I leaned over and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My shocking brassy mess of hair nearly blinded me. In my vain attempt to color my hair the night before in preparation for a big video interview with Podcaster, Alex Ferrari, on Next Level Soul,* I had left the color in too long, and not even the best stage lighting could correct this scorched neon nightmare that was jutting out in all directions on my head.
The podcast was just three hours away. I had choices. I could go to the store and buy another box of hair color, but I just wasn’t up for it. I laughed at myself, and figured I’d just have to greet Alex’s hundreds of thousands of subscribers with this David Bowie-esque hair. I surmised that they would be so engaged by what I had to share, and my subsequent channeling of Dr. Peebles, that my hair would be no more than an afterthought.
Nevertheless, as I stood in the bathroom laughing at myself, feeling somewhat self conscious at the prospect of my world debut, I heard Spirit say, “Look in the cupboard to the right.” Having no idea why they said this, I did as I always do, and I obediently reached down to open the cupboard, knowing full well that there would be nothing in there but some towels and maybe some random cleaning products.
To my astonishment and amazement, at the very front of the cabinet was an open box of hair color, with no instructions on how to use it. Having colored my hair at home many times, I knew by heart how to use it. But, how in the heck did this box of hair color get there? I’ll stockpile a month’s worth of food, but hair color? Nope. I buy a box, use it, then buy one when I need it.
I was dumbstruck. I held the box in my hand and I laughed again, looking towards the heavens. “Seriously, Spirit? You even do hair?”
Within 45 minutes I was no longer looking in the mirror at a shocking brassy mess of hair, but I was brushing soft and silky strands of perfectly colored hair.
“No one is going to believe this,” I thought to myself. But, I knew in my heart that I was taken care of that morning by, Salon Spirit.
As silly as it seemed, they answered a prayer that I carried in my heart; a prayer that seemed so dumb and mundane! A prayer for great hair color? Really? God would answer that?
Yup. Apparently, there are no dumb or mundane prayers.
God truly does love us unconditionally.
Hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it, my hair!
