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