Her ritual

A poem ✂️

you’re sitting in her chair,

ready to let something go.

you’ve been holding onto these ends

split, frayed, familiar

like they were proof,

that you lived your life to the fullest up until now.

when you sit in Kristina’s chair,

she doesn’t rush you.

she reads the room before she

reads your

spirit,

body,

and hair.

creating space and,

asking questions about your hair,

but much more about the whole you.

there’s a ritual to it all.

the way her hands already know

what you haven’t said yet.

you didn’t come here just for a cut,

color,

style,

you picked her because this is one of the few people,

few hair artists,

where being unfinished is allowed,

where the imperfection isn’t something to fix

but something to work with.

she’s not making you into something new.

she’s just clearing the way

for what was already there.

and when you look up

at the mirror,

you’re just

a little more

you.

it’s an easy choice, sitting in that chair.

and that’s something to be acknowledged.

to be seen.

to be celebrated.

because what you’re actually doing

is saying YES! to yourself

for an hour,

or two or three,

and you just let the ritual

her ritual,

heal the day,

for you, for me, for her

in the most extraordinary way.

☀️

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Thank you again Kristina for the amazing hair service last month in San Francisco — and the many years of friendship! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (5 out of 5 stars)

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If you find yourself in the SF Bay Area, do yourself a favor and book a hair service with Kristina: LINK