When I think of the word “drift” I automatically think of walking aimlessly, trying to find a place to call home. I guess that’s what a “drifter” is. But it’s not a word I hear often, but when I do, it has a sinister connotation to it.

But, I choose not to claim the word drifter as negative, in my romantic mind, a drifter is someone destine to walk finding solace in the walk and having no place that calls them home. Home is where they are at the time they are drifting through.

Let your feet, heart and mind drift, it’s call peace.

As soon as I read the prompt for the week, I burst into laughter! This is such a common word in my household. My daughter (Kayla) and I both have very big hair.

When she was little (of course, she’s grown now, she’s 13!) I use to tell Kayla that her hair was “poofy’ because the fairies adored her so much they would tap their magic wand, and “poof” their love made her hair jump for joy!

Even now on extremely humid days, her hair just poofs; and she looks like a sun flower. Kayla and her girlfriends have coined the phrase “poof hair“.

She begged me not to draw her poofy hair and put it on the Internet, but of course, I ignored her, but I did do a younger version of her (she was 4 in this pose), and her poof hair. This is after bath time one morning when the fairies had “poofed” her during the night!

Introducing: “POOF hair”, one of the greatest loves of my life!

Here’s to finding those moments in the past, that just breaks you out in laughter and smiles.
Happy weekend from “Poof” Head Indigene!