The Universe or God certainly has a sense of humor. If you believe that everything happens for a reason, which I do, and that we often can't discern what that reason might be, and I often can't, then you'll appreciate this ramble.
Clearly, I need to learn that being is spirit rather than form, and the longer I take to learn this lesson, the more insistent God or the Universe becomes. I'm being dense and stubborn, and it's getting a little scary.
Last year, I'd had a couple of haircuts I didn't like from my longtime and expensive downtown stylist, so I decided to find someone new in my neighborhood. Did I go to my friends' local hair cutters? Oh, no... why would I do anything that clever?
I went online to Yelp and found a husband and wife team just over and down the hill in the Inner Sunset. Close by, inexpensive, good reviews... what could go wrong?
Making an appointment was easy, and I even found parking right in front -- I was meant to go there! The fellow had a heavy accent, but we seemed to understand each other, and I had brought a couple of photos of the hair style I wanted, and he liked one of them, so I put the fate of my hair in his seemingly capable hands.
We talked about his experience as a hair stylist and his native country, and I wasn't paying much attention to how much hair he was cutting... until it was too late. How can I describe this haircut without a photo? Japanese rock star? Nazi collaborator punished by villagers after the war? Can you see it now? Does it sound like me? No. Really?
I was in shock, so I paid him and left. Went to the mall and in desperation bought hair extensions -- in retrospect, the kind I imagine meth heads might wear -- and just made it look worse. Then I went home and Skyped my best friend and showed her what happened, contrasting the desired hairstyle photo with the actual style, with and without the extensions, and we laughed so hard we almost peed our pants.
I decided it was worth it for all the laughs and the realization that I'm still me even if I have a ridiculous haircut.
Fast forward a few months, I've forgotten that benign lesson about vanity. And I have to have an outpatient surgery to correct an idiotic decision made in my youth. The result is not aesthetically pleasing, and I'm momentarily devastated. Then, I remember... oh yeah, I'm still me even if... right.
Being is spirit not form. Form is just a temporary manifestation of our spirit in the physical world. We are spirits in eternity, the Us that doesn't change. Interestingly, when we accept this and let go of ego, things tend to work out just fine after all.