I started drawing on my door when Simon died. I took the match that I used to light the candles on my altar and used the charred end to draw a picture of Simon. Now, each morning when I light my candles, I use the burnt end of the match to draw something on my door.
The match always runs out of black before I get to finish a drawing, so I either leave it or continue working on it till it done. Except for the first drawing I did of Simon. When I think of it now it seems some kind of miracle, because I was able to finish the whole thing with one match.
These won’t last long. They smudge and erase easily. I like that about them.
I’m thinking of the cave drawings, where basically people did the same thing thousands of years ago. Used the burnt end of a stick to make images on their walls. It really feels like the most natural thing in the world for me to do.
Dear Maria, These drawings are such a creative response to so much change in your life! I hope they don’t wear away too soon. And I love what you wrote about your journey with Frieda. Annie
Sounds like more tapping into YOU – just at some another time…Many Lives….??!!! This is really cool.