I don’t know what I am doing anymore
Dear loved ones,
I just got home from spending a few days at a cottage beside a lake (actually a river that runs into a lake). It was fun jumping into the cool water off the dock and swimming and hanging out around a camp fire at night. It was very nice, but all the time I was there I felt lonely. I have been lonely for my divine masculine for a long time. He is the reason why I started writing this blog. I was trying to figure out why he appeared in my life and why this connection with him has shaken me to my core. Now that he has disappeared how will I cope.
Should I even keep blogging?
Do I have anything left to say?
I want to write erotica but it won’t come.
I want to be poetic but it bores.
There is nothing left to cry over and there is everything to cry over.
I don’t know what I am doing anymore.
Thank you for listening to me moan and groan and not in any delightful sensual way. I love you. Hugs & Kisses, Summerhill Lane