Days of Love and Sunshine
Dear loved ones, I wasn’t going to write a blog post today because I am very sad and in low spirits. I always want to be upbeat and encouraging and have a high vibration, but I need also to be real with you. You my dear ones are also very honest in what you write about and I appreciate that.
I finally finished the painting which I titled ‘Days of Love and Sunshine’. The empty canvas was sitting on my easel for a few weeks and I had been putting off painting it. The painting had already been created in my mind and the image of it made me cry.
I was out walking one afternoon and saw this couple sitting on a park bench and I passed them by because I didn’t want to get too close and also didn’t want to distract them from their intimacy. I back tracked and (still keeping social distancing) asked if I could take their photo for a painting. They were happy to comply. I wish I could see them again sometime and give them a copy of the finished piece.
I usually don’t paint from photographs but this was all I had as a reference. I couldn’t very well ask them to sit for me while I sketched.
The reason why this painting is making me cry is because the love is so palatable and precious. Do they realize what they have? Is love like this wasted on the young?
I have never felt intense love until recently. Of course, I loved my two husbands (not at the same time, and this is where a smiley face would go, we didn’t have a threesome). The passion, the lust, the sensual sexual chemistry and undying devotion that I feel for my divine masculine is new to me. It has taken me over and I am submerged in feelings that are extremely intense. So unexplainable because he hasn’t wooed me or even told me how he feels.
I have no outlet for this steam. He stays away (which he should right now), but there would be nothing stopping him from phoning, texting, facetiming etc. if he wanted to. This silence is deliberate on his part.
Some good news. Yesterday, we (my daughter and I) got our dog Gibson back. He was with my grandson at his dad’s place in another city. My grandson is still there until it is safe for him to come back to Toronto. Gibson is curled up beside me now as I type this. He loves me unconditionally as I love him.
Thank you for reading my blog post today and sorry if I brought your spirits down in any way. Also hope you like my painting. Hugs & Kisses and please be safe and stay home. I love you. Summerhill Lane