The hair bears great testimony to the seasons a woman has gone through in her inner journey. It compliments her exactly the way she intends to present herself choosing its length, style, color, treatment and the shade she is going to get comfortable in the next season of her life. I am still struggling with my greys and need more courage to have them seen so it’s still hair dyes and streaking for me. My hair reminds me of gaps where I am still not accepting myself totally. The soul tribe of truly beautiful women needn’t declare what they do professionally but the days when they let their hair do the talking the conversations are different. The tresses reflect the aura of power and confidence shining with vital force oozing from their brave hearts filled with unconditional love. Their healing shows as streaks of different shades. They are rooted into earth like the old wise rosewood trees. The power of their intentions is enough to bless the souls that will come in their energetic fields unborn, born and passed over. They heal everybody who invites them with gifts they have and leave imprints behind.