Letting go.

I decided last night to give away my paintings. I have about 10 stacked in my room that I stare at or they stare at me. I realized for my own healing that it would be helpful to let them go as if I was letting go that memory, the suffering, that hopelessness, that joy, or happiness. To me each painting takes me to a place, knowing exactly where I was when I painted it or what I felt. To grow, I need to let go. People have asked if they could have a painting and I always say no...But now I am saying YES. I need a transformation. I need them to be burned away. So Im not always reminded of where I was. Where I am. Where I Should BE.

We have been trained in the habit of looking at our dark side, our ugliness, and not at the purifying Sun, Light of Lights, which He is, who changes the dust that we are into pure gold. We think about examining ourselves, yet we do not think, before the examination, during the examination and after the examination, to plunge ourselves, with all our miseries, into the consuming and transforming furnace of His HEART. --Little flower.