PART ONE
Once, a…read morelong, long time ago, the matriarchy led a society. Women recognized the need for guides -- people who would be willing to live in a liminal space and commune between worlds be they a feeling or state of being. Call it what you want -- a shaman, a witch, a wizard -- these artists were fluent in the language of the seasons, the songs of death, and the presence of spirit. Fast forward thousands of years and now beauty is for sale, health is for the wealthy and medicine is by prescription.
The women who run ABL are part of a culture of healers that I believe are long forgotten. They understand that healing is an immersion and that no matter the ailment, the treatment is always the same -- love and listening. But then again love is listening. So really, just love.
I came in for a hair consultation. I left having received an exorcism.
A little context: I have always had beautiful hair -- thick, long, curly. But then last year while living overseas, I became indoctrinated with another country's beauty standards, subtly at first and then acutely. And so, like any woman living alone and maybe feeling a little insecure, I tried to adapt. Life lesson #426 -- never get a haircut at night in a foreign country when you're feeling down. One bad cut led me to discover the world of hair extensions (don't do it) which led me to a relaxer (really, don't do that) which was much more permanent than any stylist would let on.
And so, one year later my hair is nothing like it used to be. And I looked ten years older than I was. And for the first time ever I felt my hair was thin, breaking, and looked awful unless I spent hours styling a natural look.
I came into Abl wanting a cut by a master stylist. (Please don't tell me about your nourishing oils and amazing hair treatments, omg I know allll about them. I do them at home. I eat organic. I meditate. This is beyond argon oil.) I needed someone help me figure out what cut would look good. I was ready to chop it all off, if I had to, and start over. But my wonderful stylist, Jeanine could hear me -- I was at my wits end. Short hair wasn't what I wanted but it felt like my only option. Even my speech was knotted. Through her skill, Jeanine could detangle desire from fear and design an experience for me BY ME. I didn't realize there was such a thing as a doula in hair care but here we are.
I wish I could give you a step by step of what happened but like any transformation, I've already let go of who I was before I walked into their doors and the steps are insignificant. What I can say is that in the process of receiving a hair treatment, I made huge discoveries about myself and my locks which was made possible through the supportive, loving atmosphere Jeanine and Brianna have created. Yes yes yes, their technical skills are exceptional and the products they use are excellent. But secretly, I wanted more than a good cut. I wanted a miracle.