Creating Space

Fresh and clean and hanging on a line by Summerhill Lane

Creating Space

And the queen needs a new bed

Dear loved ones,

Yesterday was a day for cleaning, dusting, vacuuming, washing, tidying and scrubbing.  Throwing out and recycling.  Feng shui-ing.  Putting into its place and creating space.  A fresh clean scent permeated and enlivened my apartment. 

Yesterday was also a day for releasing, for letting go.  A very big deal as I have been reluctant to severe the soul ties with the masculines in my life. 

Delete, delete, delete, delete, delete.  Block, block, block, block, block.  Now I am free and also alone.

No one expected, no waiting for messages or calls, and no temptation to send any as well.  I am getting tough with myself.  Putting my foot down.  I have been crying about blocking divine masculine though.  It was a symbolic gesture since he hasn’t tried to message or phone in these past four months.  I hear him telepathically so this connection is not blocked on that level. 

I am creating space.

I am buying a new bed, a queen size.  The bed I have right now is a twin.  Ugh!  So small.  The reason why I bought such a small bed was because I wanted to finally be alone after sleeping with the enemy for many years.  Ha ha.  It felt like freedom and safety to be on my own away from him.  My husband has died, as many of you know if you have been following my blog.  He died this past April.  I now finally feel safe and free even though we had been separated for almost 2 years.  No need now for a cramped bed, a little child’s bed.  I am a queen and a queen needs a queen’s bed.  Smiley face.   

This bigger bed is also symbolic and a message that I am creating space for someone to share my bed with me.  These thoughts are giving me a few chills and shivers up and down my back.  Better keep my mind clean now too.  Ha ha. 

Thank you for reading my post today.  I have nothing to write that is erotic or the least bit sexy.  Sorry, if that is what you were wanting today.  Something funny did happen a few days ago that you may get a laugh out of.

I was waiting for my friend to ride over here on his motorcycle, and I was standing on my balcony 3 stories up from the street level, and a man on a motorcycle pulled up in front of my building.  I thought it was my friend.  I couldn’t really see his face because of the helmet and sunglasses, so I was assuming.  I start hollering and waving, ‘hello, hello, up here’.  He looks up at me and waves and says, ‘I hope you are not planning on jumping’.  At this point, I still do not know if this is my friend or not.

I go outside and the bike is there, but the man is gone.  Now where did he go?  As I was standing there, my friend pulls up on his motorcycle.  Mystery solved.  A little later as we walk up the street to go to the coffee shop there is the first man sitting at the outside patio and he starts waving at me and smiling.  It seemed like he was waiting there for me.  It was all very funny and we made jokes about this the rest of the afternoon.  The first man was white, and my friend is black, and I couldn’t tell who was who.  Dah. 

Again, thank you for reading my post about not much of anything.  I love you.  Hugs & Kisses, Summerhill Lane xoxo

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16 thoughts on “Creating Space

  1. Hi good to hear from you. I think it is great what you did. Great getting rid of things with memories that we don’t need around is a very helpful tool. We can recycle them if possible. Good for you my friend. Kind of a funny story sounds like something I would have done. It is a cute story. Take care my friend. Love and prayers for you and your little ones. 🌸🌺💕❤️Joni

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