An Honest Talk on Hair and Healing

I think it’s time we have a talk about hair, and some other thoughts that have been brought up in conversations about my hair.  As you can see, my ever changing locks are not subtle.  No, my hair is a statement piece.  It also happens to be an amazing collaboration between myself and my stylist. (Check out Summer’s salon here if you’d like:   Bianco & Co.  )  As an artist myself, I find value in self expression, and as an intuitive, I believe my art to be helpful in empowering people along their journey.  This is why all of my readings include a piece of my artwork. It’s my medicine, and it’s the medicine I have to offer the world.

For those of you that don’t know my whole story, which I’ll have to share in detail sometime,  in a nutshell, after years of misdiagnosed illness, and a 7 hour surgery a year and a half ago, I found myself minus a portion of my left kidney.  I quickly realized that I needed more than just physical healing, and I set about finding alternative therapies to support myself as well.  The first thing I did was prescribe myself art.  As soon as I was able to sit up, I made it a goal to paint every day that I was physically able.  It was amazing how helpful it was for me, and I really do contribute a portion of my healing to tapping into my creative outlet.  In short, I began expressing with paint the energies that I was tapping into for healing.


***Artwork entitled “Integration” (C) Meg Johnson***

What does that have to do with my hair?  Well, take a look at this energy painting, and then look at the photo of my hair above.  See anything similar?  I’ve made it a way of life to be intentional about using the things around me in a way that is supportive.  In making my life intentional prayer so to speak, I make it a goal to use all of my resources for my good and that of others.  And yes, I’ve even included that outlook in my day to day practices, which include my monthly trips to the hair salon.  My stylist also happens to be intuitive, so she and I collaborate on my hair and practice our intuitive skills each time I visit.  Neither of us plan ahead, we just let spirit guide during my appointments, with the clear intention that whatever is done serves our highest good during the space of time that we are together.  Sound weird, maybe it is, but I’m comfortable with letting my hair be just as much a part of my spiritual journey as anything.  I like to keep the lines of delineation fuzzy in those areas.

This leads me to the real reason behind what I’m writing.  In expressing myself this way, let’s be honest, I get some flack.  Don’t worry, I am prepared to handle it, and handle it I do, so I’m not going to spend a whole lot of time whining about what I hear, but I will paint a little picture of it in words.  Really, it’s what I’m learning about myself with these experiences that I wish to highlight.  And I will say that I get a lot of amazing compliments about my hair as well.

Here are a few snippets of what I’ve heard in the last few weeks, from varying perspectives.  “I absolutely love your hair.”, “You look like a woodpecker.”, “Stunning.”, “My God, what have you done to your hair?  You were so pretty before.”, “I’m just going to do a series of paintings inspired by your hair.” (Shout out to Sid!), “What the hell!?!” Yeah, contrast in those statements, right?  Contrast does seem to be a part of what we humans do experience on this little ball in the vast cosmos called Earth. And although I’m learning via my hair color, amongst other things, I think we can all identify areas where we deal with external contrast, and hey, we all have been a part of the contrast throughout our lives.  So what I have to ask myself regularly when someone openly voices an unsolicited opinion about my hair, for example is,


Obviously, we’re dealing with more than just hair here, and I’m aware of that.  I am also aware that I have chosen to use my hair as a learning tool and expression of energy, and maybe I kinda am OK if people are stretched by it.  (Sometimes I am, too!)  People do this all of the time with tattoos, piercings, clothing, and choice of music.  We either choose to be subtle, or we choose to stand out, thus creating what is perceived as contrast. In some areas, we are bold, in others, we are barely visible.  For me, the choice to have a head that expresses what is already there anyway, but invisible to those who chose not to observe life from an energetic standpoint as well, is my physical reminder of subtle truth, which to me is actually THE TRUTH.  It’s like wearing my energy on my sleeve.  A peek into what normally may not be so visible.  (Ever heard of Chakras, Auras, etc.?  These are energetic aspects of yourself that are connected to the visible light spectrum.  Frequency emits the colors within the light spectrum, so technically, we are all frequency, and we all emit that frequency out into the world whether we are aware of it or not.  Some people are skilled in seeing and sensing these frequencies that many are unaware of, and often carry names such as shaman, empath, HSP, Psychic, and Medium to name a few. )

What if we all had awareness of such things?  What if we all walked around with our thoughts written on our skin for example?  Would we be a bit more intentional with our thoughts?  How about our emotions? (I think we SHOULD be honest about emotions, and provide space for each other to express them safely.)  So often we dole out opinions without hesitation, myself included.  What if in taking on someone’s thought about my hair, the color of it visibly changed for all to see?  What if it became dull and lifeless, instead of radiant and shining?  These are things we deal with every day on an internal level, ya’ll, and in my chosen reality, these energies eventually emerge as physical illness if left unhealed and unchecked!  It’s time to believe that.  And I will tell you what I am using these experiences to do.  I am using them to be mindful about what I think internally, and what I intend to express externally.  I am finding it important to stand up and say, “That statement is completely inappropriate, and what makes you think it’s OK to just speak it over someone.  (I have said it to other people, and I’ve said it to myself.)

That’s the key, I think.  We need to be able to see a clear picture of our inner landscape before raining on someone else’s.  There may be a lot less rain in our days if so.  Don’t get me wrong, contrast can be amazing, or I wouldn’t have learned what I have, and sometimes we create contrast with someone without even intending to.  This isn’t about avoiding contrast, it’s about using it to serve our highest good.

So this is me, an ever changing beacon of visible frequency on top of my head, shining forth a little piece of my Truth for all to see.  Let’ all look out for one another where appropriate, and first and foremost, let’s remember to tend to our own needs so that what we put out into the world aligns with our Truth!  We’re all artists here, painting our expression as we go.




Creating Our Days

My kids and I have been focusing lately on being “master creators”.  It’ been a fun concept to explore with a 6 and 9 year old.  They totally understand it too, as so much of our time as children consists of building things, painting things, imagining things.  Their minds are still aware that  each moment they are creating something.  What we are focusing on right now is being mindful of what we create with our feelings.  It started with some negative self talk I was having with myself over, guess what, feeling that I was a subpar parent.  I’m pretty sure I had lost my temper, yelled at them about something, and then felt super guilty about doing that.  I sat in that shame for a bit, and thought, “Where did this feeling come from?  I mean, I lost my temper and yelled, and that sucks, but why am I now spending valuable time shaming myself for it?  Now that I’ve processed it, I’m ready to have a new thought.”  So, I started thinking that if my thoughts and words have power, then I’m going to use that power to create what I do want.

Each morning now, the boys and I have been focusing on the feelings we want to create in our interactions with each other.  Yesterday they chose happiness.  We looked up the definition of happiness, synonyms for happiness that suited each of us, and then we painted a picture depicting that word for happiness and set our intentions to allow for happiness to be the outcome of our day.  Was every moment we experienced ‘Happiness”???  Of course not, but were we able to help guide each other through the feelings we did process throughout the day towards our goal of happiness?  Of course, because ultimately, that is what we wanted in our hearts.  In a moment of frustration at some point in the day, the youngest called the oldest “worthless.”  Ouch.  But it was easy for both to release their feelings about that interaction when we decided to look for a way of expressing ourselves with the goal being happiness.  So instead he came back and said, “You made me mad for not helping, but you are actually worth everything to me.” Gahhhhh……my heart melted into a big puddle with those words, and funny enough, instead of yelling at them for fighting, we all continued our drive in peaceful silence.

I’m no expert at this parenting thing, and I’m no psychologist either, but I know this much, when we can express our emotions freely and yet be powerful enough in our own thoughts to know that we are creating sunny skies or dark clouds on our emotional canvases, it’s a lot easier to decide what colors we will continue to paint with.  Sadness can be beautiful when expressed in the right light and anger can motivate us towards a better outcome.  These feelings become the background and our intent (Happiness), becomes the focal point of our painting.

Don’t be afraid to experience one second of your human-ness……but always remember your power, and paint the picture that best serves your heart.


My God Wink

Another animal who has often shown up for me symbolically is the Monarch butterfly.  I used to call her my “God wink”.  She usually appears to me as the bearer of good news during times of change.  I always know when I see one that the Universe has heard what’s on my heart, and is bringing me peace and encouragement regarding the situation. I crossed paths with one the day I found out I was pregnant with our first son, and my husband and I also released them on our wedding day as a symbol of our intent to always let our relationship evolve from moment to moment.  To allow each other room for flight, but also to chose to grow new things together during times where we may be experiencing separate growth as well.

The most astounding symbol of change and hope happened for us before I became pregnant with our son.  My husband’s family has been ravaged by a disease known as Huntington’s Chorea.  They have recently made strides in controlling the disease, but at the time we were ready to start a family, there was no help to be had from medicine if you had the disease.  We decided together that we would have testing done to ensure that he was not a carrier of the disease, as it is genetic.  We didn’t want to pass it on to our children.  It was a very long process to get the testing done.  A specialist in the field had to fly in from Omaha to meet with us.  There were assessments made, blood drawn, and my husband had to have counseling with a psychiatrist before he could even receive the results of the testing, which took a few months to get back.  The suicide rate for those who find out they have the disease was quite high at the time.  It was a hopeless disease with no cure.  Finally, we were given the clear and the results were in.  Driving down  the highway to our Doctor’s appointment, a large monarch flew directly across our path.  I knew instantly that the results were going to be positive, and I told my husband what I thought.  Of course, we were pretty scared about the situation.  We were aware that we may be receiving the news of a death sentence.  Although we’re never guaranteed a single day, we’d seen what the disease had done, and didn’t want it to be our story.  Part of me wanted to believe that this butterfly was our God wink, our messenger, and part of me wanted to stay “logical” and not get my hopes up.  We were caught between two paradigms.  Our specialist practiced 8 hours away, and so we were set up with a local hospital to have a Skype session with he and his assistant.  A chaplain from the hospital was required to be with us from the time we entered the meeting room, until we left.

Our Skype session began.  My stomach was filled with butterflies at this point, and I could feel the fear trying to penetrate the room.  I can’t imagine how my husband must have felt.  To add to the intensity, the specialist informed us that his assistant was running late, and that he needed to wait for her to deliver the news.  Time moved so slowly.  It was impossible to make small talk, so we sat in awkward silence, until finally she appeared on screen.  This was it.  The moment of truth.  It was impossible to read their faces.  I couldn’t tell if they were trying to keep our spirits lifted before they broke the bad news, or if they were really happy about the news they had to share.  What we immediately found out, was that, of course, just as the Universe had already confirmed with our butterfly, he was completely healthy and disease free.  Of course we both cried, the chaplain cried, the assistant and the Specialist cried.  They were so happy to deliver good news, as it most often wasn’t the case for them.  And then…….the specialist gave us the most miraculous news of all:  MY HUSBAND DIDN’T EVEN CARRY A CHROMOSOME INDICATING THAT THE DISEASE RAN IN THE FAMILY.  If he hadn’t had the blood work from multiple family members to prove my husband’s relation to them, he wouldn’t have believed the results.  He had no explanation for that, and had never seen someone without the chromosome, even if they don’t carry the disease!  It was absolutely amazing, unexplainable, and perfect.

Not everything has been perfect for us since, but we have repeatedly felt grateful for being able to have children and experience the life we have together.  We try to remember to be in a place of gratitude in our relationship, even when we have a tough day, knowing that even the most delicate butterfly can be the bearer of great news.  If there’s anything I have learned from Butterfly, it’s that power is not dependent on the size of the mountain you may need to climb, but the amount of faith that carries you regardless of your perceived size.

Hoping you all have an amazing day, and as always, thanks for joining me on my journey!


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Now that We’ve Grounded, Let’s Fly!

As a kid, I used to have a white owl that would land on top of the flagpole outside of my window and hoot to wake me up at night.  I’d sit at my window and just marvel at him.  He was so beautiful and wise.  In my excitement, I remember waking my mom up multiple times to come and see my friend.  Each time she got to my window, he’d be gone.  I wanted so badly to share him with somebody, but I don’t think anyone else ever saw him.  Over the years, I questioned whether or not he was even real, and regardless of why he only chose to show himself to me, I believe now that he was very much real and that he was a messenger for me.  It was reassuring to know that he was watching over me from outside my window at night, standing guard atop the flagpole like a sentinel, waking me from my dreamtime with his soothing calls so that we might have a midnight chat.  I remember as a kid feeling like I had this whole world inside of me that I’d like to share with others, but having such a hard time fitting in outside of the relationship I had with my family.  I was very talkative at home, but very quiet everywhere else.  I remember actually having anxiety at the thought of having to talk to people I didn’t know, much less spend time with them.  A lot of times, I felt like Owl could hear all of those thoughts bottled up inside of my head, and that he helped me release them in some odd way as we stared into each other’s eyes late at night.  He was my Secret Keeper.

Symbolically, Owl represents the relationship between the dark, unseen world, and the world of Light, and it was an amazing experience to actually share with an animal.  He kept those childhood secrets of mine that I hadn’t yet brought to light, and provided me with a safe place to do it.  I was able to process and integrate so much “light and dark” with him sitting outside my window, even if I hadn’t realized that yet.  It was a beautiful heart connection and a look into the shadows to see that everything that exists in the dark is not scary if we have the courage to only peek our heads out from under the covers we tend to hide beneath.

What a gift to look into the darkness as a child and see the moon reflecting back at me from the eyes of an owl.  One of my most cherished memories as a child, and an experience all my own.  The best part to me is the mystery of it.  I have no proof that Owl was real, I only have my belief that he was/is, and isn’t that just how it should be?   Yet another lesson in faith, and trust in the Universe.  And a childhood experience that spoke volumes about the forces and God/Creator that are ever present watching over and supporting us if we can only see it.

Blessings, my friends, and thanks for sharing the journey with me!


Above artwork entitled Secret Keeper

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