Being Flavors Doing

I’m writing another book! This time, all poetry. About life! Go figure. Below enjoy one of my latest pieces.

Salon for one

A simple haircut

Not simple for him

He struggles with the process

Walking into the room

Sitting in the chair

Keeping still

Being, feeling okay in his skin

Challenges, all challenges

In an instant

I feel the stillness

Stark contrast to my speeded up ness

Already late

Pushing to get him in the room,

Sit in the chair

ME

Slow

Calm

Patient

Loving

Waiting

HER

I sense she has all the time in the world

No need to rush

Specially chosen calm music

Time for a head massage

Back rub

Gentle, soft conversation

Slowness is palpable

Presence is palpable

Love is palpable

Taking her time,

she explains what’s next

She pauses

A longer than expected pause

But perfect,

just right for him

Processing time

No jumping right in

No hurry

I feel it

It calms me too

“All is well” energy

permeates the space

The beauty and success

Of this haircut

Is about

How she shows up

Who she is being.

The doing,

The cutting, trimming

Bloom from her being.

An ordinary men’s haircut

With precision

On somebody who

Makes precision

A challenge

It doesn’t appear a challenge

Under her clippers

It looks like loving flow

In this peaceful room

One section at a time,

She explains

She waits

She cuts

Repeat

Move to a different area

Repeat

Move back to a previous area

Repeat

Repeat again

Until the job is done

It takes as long as it takes

She makes it just right

No corners cut

Or skimping on excellence

It matters

He matters

Being flavors doing

It works that way