Friday, September 18, 2009

759 : I am only happy when it rains…

Mom and I walked were walking back from the market, when it started drizzling. We walked the last 10 minutes through pitter patter, pitter patter.

After we came back to the hotel, she insisted I jab my wet head with a towel, which I refused, like I always do. I am child of this earth, and I will dabble with the 5 elements, just as freely as I learn to respect them.

I find this business of running scared of a drizzle complete hocus pocus and wishy washy. There is no scientific evidence to link a slightly wet hair with any sort of chill or sinus issues.

How long before we humans learn to question what is stated as the “obvious”?

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