Over in Macclesfield at the moment with “Muver”. This morning I was sat down and my hair cut, with help from Nicky Clake. Instructions issued, obeyed. I felt like I was a child again. It was nice.
Life and reality are always in flux, such is the nature of the universe. Ever changing, ever morphing, becoming something that is (the present), and was (the past), and may be (the future). Time is always moving.
But one thing that fascinates me about life and Time despite all this, is how it repeats itself, is circular, and re-visits the past (though obviously not the same past, as that is impossible.)
And I had that experience today. And a reminder.
I needed a haircut, Mum has clippers. I could not be bothered walking to a local hairdresser and all the hassle that entails in the current climate. So… I was instructed to a) get a chair, b) get the Nicky Clarke clippers, plug them in c) sit down, d) do as told, e) no shirt and tie required, f) oh, and check the Dyson is charged.
Off she went on her Motherly mission whilst issuing instructions. These were not to be negotiated.
Time Travel
In one moment all of 49.5 years of life dissipated instantaneously. And I travelled back in time in my head and body to being a child. It was as though I was released from the worldly worries of being an adult. I felt safe, calm, happy, and enjoyed the haircut. I’d forgotten what it was like to have yourself placed in the complete control and hands of someone else. It was an actual relief.
(And my hair looks funky. I even used some No7 putty. Sexy beast.)
Some musings
Whilst feeling more comfortable, I mused and learnt a few new things. (Or re-remembered stuff.)
Everyone needs a MUM.
It is funny just how much responsibility and worry we take on as adults in the Western World. Which leads to angst, and constantly chasing our tails. No stopping to simply look at the birds in the air, the leaves on the trees.
But in one moment, that burden was released by my placing myself in the care of another, which got me thinking.
Maybe we need to engage more with those parents we still have, and be taken back and reminded of what it was to be a child, and placed in the care of another. It is fulfilling as a human being, and a reconnection with life.
Maybe we need to take time out in a quiet place to “send” ourselves back, or to be a child again to relive the adult burden, and contextualise our current life.
That is not to say you can take yourself out of your own personal reality as that is living in a illusion. But is can place things in perspective and maybe lead you to conclude that things are not that bothersome.
Maybe we can learn to “hand over” to another. A loved one, a friend, a colleague, reminding ourselves of what it was to be a child. To have someone look after us and relieve the burden of modern life. After all none of us I suspect are that strong. A singular tree can be torn down by an inclement wind, but a tree in a forest has a better chance.
Guess the ages?