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The first strands of grey were rooted just above my right temple.
A gentleness that comes from the aging of dark hair to a softened grey. 
For the first time in three generations, fingertips traced lovingly from the scalp all 
the way down to the frayed split ends. Taking notice without reaching for scissors 
or dye.
Daily surprises are offered within a lifetime.
These strands are threaded through a lineage before me. A twist of silver now 
twirled through my own fingers. 
We don’t have to do anything more than observe. 
Each life presents us with something familiar, but new. Returned knowledge and 
deepened connections. It’s not just in our blood and our birth. It’s in our change 
and our marks of age. 
Touch it if you can. Feel it and be kind. Your body is never static and still always 
exactly as it is meant to be. 
Pain and all. The beauty of softening from dark to grey. 

Kayla McVeigh

Grey Hair