Names I call myself

she loves her life and her pink shoes by Summerhill Lane

Warning language and content my be offensive to some 18+

Names I call myself

Dear loved ones, I have had a wonderful day today and enjoyed the sunshine and the warmish temperatures here in Toronto.  I walked and walked mile after mile and did not want to stop.  I did not have Gibson with me this time because I needed to run into a few stores that he would not be allowed into.  He was showing his sad face with the squinty eyes and looked like he was going to cry when he realized he was not coming with me.  So adorable.


While I was walking, I was thinking about this twin flame journey that I have been on and just marveling and appreciating.  I know I wrote a blog called “This twin flame journey sucks”, and it does suck because my divine masculine is not showing up at my doorstep or even inviting me to his.  I am impatient.  I am horny. I am needing his attention.

I could feel him with me as I was walking and I knew he was thinking of me too.  He was in my solar plexus (my pussy to be crude) which was warm and tingly and orgasmic.  Divine masculine what are you doing down there?  I had to laugh out loud.  People passing me by would think nothing of me laughing and talking to myself, because they would assume that I was on the phone.  Very convenient for me so I don’t look like a crazy person. 

What I was appreciating besides the spontaneous orgasms, is this strong connection with him, it is like nothing that I have ever experienced before.  It is really out of this world and hardly believable.   Even if I never see him again in this life, I will still feel like I have had the love of a lifetime.  Now that statement is making me cry.  I want to bring all this 5D eroticism down to the 3D where I live.  I want to put my arms around and press my lips against and all the rest of the wet and sloppy sexual kinky stuff. 

Of course, I couldn’t restrain myself and sent him a text message just saying “kissing you” and a smiley face and a heart.

He sent me back a heart, a cut up cucumber, and a thank you (hands pressed together).  We are talking in emojis.  Pretty soon we won’t be able to put a sentence together and be reduced to grunts and groans and little pictorial symbols. 

BTW – what does an emoji of a cucumber in slices represent?  Is he telling me he is having lunch, a cucumber sandwich, or suggesting that he needs cucumber slices on his eyes because they are all puffy from lack of sleep?  I even looked it up on google and it said: It can mean “my parents love eating raw cucumbers” or “let’s make a salad”.  If it was a whole cucumber then for sure I would know what he meant!!

It is interesting how a little bit of sunshine can change my disposition.  I have been in a funk and sad and depressed and lonely and disappointed and out of my mind horny (sorry to tell you such things).  But today with a change in weather my attitude changed.  I am thankful and feel so lucky.  I am in love with life.  I love who I have become.

I am a slut (a term of endearment and just means I am being my sexual and sensual and free self).  I can not and will not be prudish about this.  I also am faithful and loyal and if a commitment is made then I will keep it to the best of my ability. 

I am a romantic and know that all foreplay begins in the mind. 

I am a healer and my purpose is to help heal the world starting with myself. 

Brag much?  Okay I will stop talking about myself and being self-absorbed.  This past couple of years has been the very first time that I have put myself first and looked after me for a change.  At first, I didn’t know how to do that, but I’m getting the hang of it and is wonderful.

 I’m going to stop talking now because I have probably lost my audience and that’s okay.  I love you all very much and I will be reading what you have written and getting an education and many insights.  Hugs & Kisses, Summerhill Lane

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14 thoughts on “Names I call myself

  1. It’s not bragging to say you want to help the world to heal. Everyone can do this if they really want to. We just have to do it one soul at a time, beginning with ourselves (just like you say). Gibson is freaking adorable!

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    1. Sorry to disappoint, no I am not the author of such an outstanding piece, but thank you for suggesting it. Such praise is so appreciated ❤️
      I am happy you like my work, I’m just a woman who likes to talk😁and paint.

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