Today my Mother washed her hair with water from the rain. It was my honor to carefully comb it out, and removing all the tangles ever so gently. I placed conditioner on her damp hair. There is no need for curling irons or curls; it is a carefree style that does not require them.

After a few days I will cut my Mothers' hair. Not so close that her scalp would be exposed, just a little trim, here and there. Next week I know it will require a trim again.

There are places on my Mothers' scalp, where her hair grows thick and lush. In other places no hair at all grows on her dry skin. There are some cracks and crevices; some are shallow and some are deep. Along her skin there are veins that are below the skin and some that run along the surface. It is such a marvel to see.

All through the summer I shall cut my Mothers' hair. When the chill of autumn comes, once again I shall comb my Mother's hair. I shall condition it for protection from the cold winter snow.

But for now my Mothers' hair is neatly groomed. Isn't she beautiful? My Beautiful Mother...Beautiful Mother Earth.