handing back the matches

May 24, 2009 in bits and pieces

What does it mean when I keep handing back the matches? Does it mean that I want to sit alone in the cold dark?

Perhaps…

Or perhaps I can’t stand the sight of what the light brings me.

I keep smiling here and there…

But I’m not smiling on the insides anymore.

P.S. I’d really like to get past this and get back to painting again.

2 comments

Been reading some Tolle lately…Trying to stop handing back matches myself.

((hugs))

It’s a tough one.

I’m happy to report I have a half-smile on today (or maybe even more but I’m reluctant to admit it). :)