Slowly she dragged herself to the bed, still holding on to the face of the woman-shadow reflected by the mirror in front of her. Whilst lying down, she made a grimace: the pain was getting stronger. She groaned:

“Tomorrow! Another day full of unfinished work: clean this, prepare that, and then.... the family dinners. My God, I need to be able to handle it”.

The man next to her started to turn. He put his hand out for a hug and little tenderness. “Not tonight, my dear, I have so many things to do tomorrow, and I am so tired!”

The man put his hand down and spoke to her with a lot of sadness in his voice:

“I hope that we did not die and that we are not living in hell!” he muttered.” This happens every day. Nothing ever changes!”

Something hit her heart. Tears welled up to her throat, strangling her. She turned to the other side and started to cry silently. Couldn't anyone understand? She was trying to do her best. Even she could not understand if love was dying... When had she last smiled in his hug and when had she last enjoyed his tenderness? Really, were they slowly dying for each day? She fell asleep with a bitter taste of guilt in her heart, and the woman-shadow from the mirror kept on torturing her the whole night long in her dreams.

Accidentally she was invited to a ‘Women Club’ by one of her friends. The beautiful woman doing the presentation fascinated her. She couldn’t tell how old the woman was. The 'Beauty' had the face of a young girl and the wisdom of mature woman. She talked with confidence and a lot of love radiated from her voice, making the whole room shine. At a sudden surge of jealousy, feeling extremely ashamed, she put her head down. Then, she heard the voice of the 'Beauty' next to her:

“Please take this brochure, it's for you, it is for our 'School of Goddesses', I would really love to see the Goddess you hide inside of you. Come to discover it with us”. Her worm voice was like a hug.

“There must be some mistake, this is not for me, really... I am just a woman, an ordinary woman”, she answered blushing and trembling.

All of a sudden, the woman-shadow reflected by her mirror had appeared, hiding the rest of the world from her eyes. Yet, she kept the brochure. She would look at its nice colours and read the beautiful words inside it, but couldn’t gather enough courage to go to the school. The shadow followed her!

One day she took the courage in both hands and, almost running, so not to change her mind, entered the room full of women of all ages: each one of them had the same or a slightly different shadow as hers in their lives. Yes, she was not alone! She calmed down and swam into the lessons with total devotion. The tutors in the ‘School of Goddesses’ were never tired, shining with freshness, health and beauty; they transferred these feelings to each woman.

In the beginning the exercises were not totally comprehensible but, miracle, the pain in the back disappeared. What a relief!!!

As the days went by, her face would take the colour of freshness and health, and her eyes a new shine. In her heart a thousands of birds sung a unique and magic song.

The last time she had gone there, the tutors and helpers had been doing their best to prepare an utmost and most precious moment: their external appearance… The whole room was full up to the seam with colours, marvellous aromas and all sorts of flowers. As in the most beautiful dream or in a magic fairy and heavenly kingdom, with smooth and harmonic movements and eyes full of love and joy, they performed a miracle. As they finished, the heavenly music kept on filling the room.

The woman looked around: what beauty and powerful spirit these women emitted. When her turn came to look at her image in the mirror, something very powerful held her back: as all these days she had been scared that the shadow emerging from the bottom of her being, could appear in it. She needed a lot of courage to look at her reflection. Then, the beautiful tutor came up to her and took her to the mirror.

“God!” she whispered to herself.

She closed her eyes and clasped her hands. Slowly a prayer emerged from her being: “Please, may this not be just a dream!”

Again she opened her eyes. The brave look in the eyes of the woman-Goddess in the mirror gave her power and confidence. The smoothness and health of her skin put a glorious smile on her face. She was full of love and warmth; she had become a  ...GODDESS.

When she arrived home, she still had the same feelings.