Transformed and always transforming

So... this is a little awkward to share on the blog--and actually type out in words (because it's so embodied)--but...

I've shaved my head again.

Eek, just to say it feels exposing.

But that's what it's all about these days. A deep inner journey of transformation that often intertwines itself with my outward journey. And sometimes to delve there, and stay there, we have to slough off the outer layers, the pretense, the ways we traditionally (and acceptably) present ourselves to the world. Sometimes we need physical, tangible reminders of the journey we are on, lest we forget ourselves and get lost at the surface...

So part of me wants to tell-all and do a big expose for all the world to see (or at least my blog-reading world) and share the hundred things that this time in my life--and this particular shaving--means. And another part of me wants to just tiptoe, tiptoe, tiptoe up, and peek out quietly (as these first few days of baldness always find me doing), and say to the wide world only - Okay, I am here... It's new but it's still me... It's me, but it's not... because I am new, and always new...

Presbyterians (or maybe Protestants in general) talk about "reformed and always reforming." But for me lately, it's more like "transformed and always transforming."