Choose one clear photo of yourself. The moment it reaches me, I'll look. And you'll see what I see: the color you're carrying now, and the color waiting underneath it.
A photograph holds more than a face.
It holds the light you were carrying the instant it was taken, pressed into the image the way a flower pressed in a book keeps its shape long after the garden is gone.
I spent years learning to read that light.
It began in a season of my own life so gray I nearly disappeared into it.
Then a teacher looked at me once, and she saw everything I'd been hiding.
What she did for me through my aura, I now do for strangers through one picture.
Some readings I finish quietly and file away.
Some make me stop everything and write to the person by name.
Send yours... and we'll see which one you are.