A little death

He loved her only by Summerhill Lane
Gibson and his blue ball

The little death

Dear loved ones, good morning.  Well actually it is afternoon here in the overcast and gloomy city of Toronto.  I did go for a walk in the park earlier this morning and took Gibson out for his run.  He sure loves chasing his ball and also the large black squirrels that taunt him.  He keeps hoping to catch one, but not so far.  I was dancing in the park and hugging the trees.  It was fun.  I was listening to a Tina Turner song, ‘you’re the best’.  I sent a link to this song to DM awhile back because the lyrics expressed clearly how I felt about him. 

I have had writers block for the past few days ever since I decided to surrender and let go of my fixation on my divine masculine.  It is not exactly writers block because I can talk about everything and just blab (which is what I am doing right now), but it’s more like I have nothing worthwhile to say.  No literary genus or erotic magic coming from my fingertips. 

This journey, and I can call it twin flame, soulmate, karmic, love story, or whatever it is, has brought me to the highest highs and the lowest lows.  I realize that I am just making myself sick over this person and what is the point of that.  So, I have acquiesced and will let it rest and am just getting on with my life and my art.  It feels like a little death at the same time as I ignore the sexual energy that is emanating from my solar plexus and the warmth and love lighting up my heart chakra.  He is making me feel this way so I won’t let go of him.  Believe me or not, it’s okay. 

I love you.  Hugs & Kisses, Summerhill Lane 

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40 thoughts on “A little death

    1. Yes Gibson is so cute and we lucked out getting him. He is a rescue dog all the way from South Carolina. We only saw one photo.
      The connection with DM can never be severed, if truth be told, but can be relaxed. 😁
      Sending you much love ❤️

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  1. It always feels like a piece of us dies when we decide to let go, but in the long run it’s for the better – as much as it hurts right now! Love, peace and blessings sent your way

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  2. You paint beautifully!
    And I just want to say that you shouldn’t pine on someone who doesn’t know how to cherish you. You are a wonderful woman who should never stop living her life for no one. Not even ‘him’. You deserve all the love in the world and someone who will value you. And he’s just around the corner, believe me!
    Blessings & Sunshine!

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  3. I loved how you called this “little death” considering what that means compared to how he makes you feel inside. Isn’t that what an orgasm is referred to in the French language?
    Le Petit Mort… I believe …

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  4. Doesn’t look like you have writer’s block to me, dear Summerhill. ;)) Lovely, lovely post… and art!!! (as always). And I’m guessing you know that “the little death” is an expression in French that also can mean orgasm, or the rather the feeling just after it? Maybe you are experiencing “la petite mort.” And soon to burst forth with an entirely new line of creativity… maybe visual-art related… :))

    Interesting that you place sexual energy at the solar plexus. For me solar-plexus energy is not at all sexual, it’s a feeling of pure tingling loving-kindness and interbeing connection. I feel sexual energy at the root chakra, down in in the basis of the hips. I wonder if you are feeling more of a loving connection feeling… ?

    Anyway, wonderful post. xoxoxo 💛🔆🌷

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    1. Dear darling Lia, thank you for your comments and for liking my art. Yes I have been experiencing the little death in the French sense. I feel my divine masculine in my heart chakra and in my solar plexus as a burst of creativity usually in the erotic area and artistically, and also in the root and sacral. It is a kundalini experience with him. This is why it has been so difficult to let go.
      A writers block in the sense that I want to stop whinnying and crying and pull myself back together 😁
      Love you ❤️❤️

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  5. le petit Mort, I got it immediately from the title. I’ve used the French version in my writing. I go through periods of “writer’s block” from time to time, but like you, I can blab, so I just keep blabbing until something real comes out (pun by accident, but who knows …). Right now, I have the opposite problem. They ideas are coming to fast to write down.

    Don’t worry. Everything will right itself. Thanks for stopping at my place.

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      1. Thanks! I have three of them. You might like Eirica Johnstone’s Obsession. I’ve been posting more (sometimes erotic) poetry there lately. (It used to all be on The Cult of Anne, but that is devoted to ‘RM now.) There are links to the others in the menu at the top, if you are interested.

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