Commited Action

I decided when I first found out that I was to come to Thailand that the theme of this part of my journey would be ego. To support this I decided I would shave my head. I woke up this morning my first in Kamala and I began to question my commitment. I then remembered one of my own favorite sayings. “ The most powerful thing one can do is to make a commitment to oneself and keep it; the most disempowering thing one can do is to make a commitment to oneself and break it.” The sun was just rising the roosters singing their morning songs I jumped out of bed grabbed a pair of scissors from Rhonda’s desk went outside and began to chop at my hair. Talk about committed action once you take one big chunk out of your hair there is no turning back I smiled inside as I realized what I had begun. After cutting my hair as short as I could with the scissors I went inside and began the shaving process. I you have never done this you have no idea how much of a process this is. I only have a face razor and I quickly become aware of how inefficient a tool it is for shaving your head, however I am committed. I get to the point that I am bald with a few patches to go, my razor is getting dull and I end up cutting my ear. I decide to take a break and go to the beach for a swim. It is an hour past sunrise the world around me still sleeping but slowly waking at the same time. With blood dripping down my neck I walk the 15 minute walk to the beach strip my clothes off ignoring the not safe to swim signs and I dive into the ocean. The salt water stings my cut at first but then it stops the water is so warm that in moments I feel as if I am in a warm bath. I remember that someone told me once that the planet earth has the same percentage of water on it that the human body possesses, and that the salt composition of the two are the same. I do not know if this is true I never bothered to do any research, but it being a romantic notion I chose to simply believe. As I swim in the warm ocean with my baldhead I began to feel as if I was bathing in the life of the planet, bathing in the womb of Gaia. I realized that as wonderful and powerful this was for me that the current was taking me further from the beach. There is a reason they put up the sign. I decide that I better end this part of the experience and swim back in before I end up past the point of no return. The current is very strong and I am not a practiced swimmer I need to stop and rest. I lay on my back and as I float I do a frog kick, as I did not want to loose any ground or sea in this case. I am sure it helped but nonetheless I was still carried a bit further out to sea. At this point I realize that there is no stopping this time no turning back I basically begin swimming for my life. Making it to shore I am exhausted I am panting and I fall into the sand. I began to laugh at myself the degree I will go to feel to heal or to just feel. On the way back I stop at the local 7-11 store that is just opening and I by a couple of razors; if you could only have seen the look on the girls faces. I thought I was further along in the process, I thought they were amused by the sheer whiteness of my now bald head, I am sure they were but after I returned home and began again I realized how much I still had to go basically I had huge spots that were undone. I am sure I was a very funny sight at 7 in the morning in Thailand dripping wet buying razors with a partially shaven head. I am now finished I am as bald as the day I was born probably more so. A terrible sight my head is so white and I am sure that I look ten years older then I remember this is about ego right?
It is also about committed action.
It is also about remembering to apply sunscreen to my lilly white head!