The headlights illuminated a spiral of fiery brown, twisting dangerously around the interrogating beam, lacing it in a curving question. I wasn’t used to driving, and catching my own hair lit by the headlights of the car behind me filled me with sudden dread. The road was a coiling, dark ...
Let Carol be your beacon. Just as she glows with an inner light when she fully accepts who she is, you too will shine when you claim your power.
Often there is a breakdown before a breakthrough. Like the little seed that doesn't know that it's going to be a mighty tree with its branches kissing the sky, you don't know what life has in stock for you in the future.