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"What is your natural color?" Every woman over twenty is asked. For over thirty years, my answer was "I have no idea." I've been a red-head, blond, brunette, and in 1993, an odd magenta, that my hairdresser deposited just before she went into rehab. I began going gray in my early thirties, so much of the last three decades has been sent dealing with my hair, more precisely my roots. If only I looked good in hats I could have added six years (time coloring hair) to my life and a house in the South of France (money spent having hair colored). One day in August of 2015, I just couldn't spend one more hour or hundred dollar bill on my hair. I asked myself why don't you just get curious? Find out what lesson lays beyond this.  At first, it was ugly, worse than a blank canvas, it was like an excavation of ugly colors and attempts at correction. But I understood that the entire lesson was about uncovering. I was getting bribed by the curiosity muse with a big fat slices of liberation and

it was happening from the outside in, which is rare in the spiritual growth curriculum.