Acute One

Summer blooms by Summerhill Lane
Wild flowers at Niobe Lake by Summerhill Lane
In full bloom by Summerhill Lane

Acute One

Dear loved ones,

I went for a little ride on Saturday and it was a bit bumpy and not much fun.  Embarrassing really too.  An ambulance came and collected me from my home residence and strapped me in and whisked me off.  All this action on the sidewalk in front of the local ice cream stand was just too interesting a thing for the group standing around licking on their cones.   I would have been watching and enjoying the show too if I was not the one wrapped up.  It is funny to think about it. 

The emergency response team, two men with names that begin with J (Justin and Jordan) were very nice and friendly.  Awesome people.  So caring and kind and respectful too.  I liked them and they liked me. 

When we got to the hospital Justin made a joke and announced that they were taking a cute one into Acute Room One. 

Then they thanked me for making their day.  Why are they thanking me?  I am the one in their debt and they are the heroes all day long. 

I am home now and it is a few days later, so you know I am still alive.  I did think I was done for though and I was sending out love messages from my heart to those that I loved and who loved me in case I didn’t get the chance to actually say these words out loud to them in person. I was thinking of you on WordPress too and sending you love by your blogging name.  I hope you heard me. 

Such drama. 

There are two men.  Of course, you knew I would eventually start talking about men.  Ha ha.  Actually, there are three.  My divine masculine is never far from my thoughts and I will never not love him since he is my twin.  I really do not like to use these terms, twin flame, soulmates, sacred union etc.  Maybe, he just appeared in my life to push me and trouble me, and bring up all the crap I have been holding on to so it can be released and healed.  I was holding onto lots of crap and that is certain.

Childhood sexual abuse and torture

Religious cult entrapment

Abandonment by family

Narcissistic abuse

You probably didn’t need to know all that garbage as I have worked through it and I feel so balanced and whole and I love life and I love my family and I love the men in my life.  Getting back to these men.

Mr. Perfect is just about perfect in every way and he is pursuing me and paying attention to me and wanting a relationship with me.  I find it is getting to be too much (imagine that), and have had to push him back a few paces to give me some breathing room.  I am not used to this devotion.  Mr., He Didn’t Like His Portrait, came on too fast and too strong and I ended up pushing him completely back and out of my life.

 Maybe I have liked unavailable men for this reason.  I don’t like feeling smothered.

Mr. Three is the other one I want to mention.  He has been unavailable and is not pursuing me or being pushy.  But he says he loves me and that we will get together when the time is right.  I have left him in the background of my mind and heart. 

Really, I am just blabbing here as per usual.  Thank you for reading this post and being with me on this page.  I love you very much.  Hugs & Kisses, Summerhill Lane

I have included a few of my paintings of flowers at the beginning so you know I paint other things beside portraits of men.  Smiley face. 

Published by summerhilllane

contact me by email - summerhilllane2@gmail.com

27 thoughts on “Acute One

  1. “Maybe I have liked unavailable men for this reason. I don’t like feeling smothered.” Love that line. Classic artist move, maybe. Allows returning to the well time and time again. 💖

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  2. p.s. Going to be dead honest tho’: Your portrait paintings are the best, imho. Regardless of whether they look like their subjects, art is subjective, and they are so good because they are like a starkly brutiful diary of your soul reflecting on the feelings brought on by interaction with and study of another. Rock on, sister.

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  3. Love your flower paintings!
    I can relate to the ambulance ride being strange and bumpy. My last ride was late Feb. The EMTs were so nice though, and were great with making jokes.
    Hope all is well with you, now. ❤

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