“In the glass, Constance saw not herself but a resonant symbol of who she might be. Indeed, of who she authentically was, if only she allowed herself. I am the dove, she thought, holding all the converging lines of my strength and possibility. I am the light for my children, as they are the light for me. I am the one beckoning to the one in myself yearning to be free.” LightWho I AmSymbolsFree WillDove Book:The Seamstress of New Orleans Source: The Seamstress of New Orleans