I don’t want to dye my hair. I don’t want to constantly chase a root to ensure that people I don’t know, don’t think I’m getting old. It’s absolutely pointless. Ridiculous! The defiance inside me grew steadily from that first strand of grey hair. Strong and true, it grew and multiplied. And here I am at 39 years old with more grey hair than dark.
When we are attuned to our environment from a place of safety and choice our vibrations go up, the cells in our bodies are flooded with restorative and soothing chemicals, and we release and metabolise toxic stress.