Lovers in Dangerous Times
Dear loved ones,
It has been several days since I have written and/or painted anything, but I have been busy none the less with working and everyday life. The title of this post is taken from a song by Bruce Cockburn and I hope I am not in any trouble for copyright infringement. I love this song and it really fits with our world situation at the moment. There have been other eras where it was very dangerous to be in love and risky to meet and have congress. Please excuse my use of this word (congress) and it is meant in the biblical sense and not a meeting of the legislative assembly. Ha ha.
Divine Masculine messaged me recently (actually I initiated the messages as per usual) and we had arranged a meet and greet over coffee. (he was making the coffee at his place as there are no coffee shops open where you can sit inside and enjoy your drink and the company). I was really looking forward to seeing him and looking into his eyes just to confirm our connection or to finally realize that there was nothing left of the passion I have felt for him over the past almost two years. Our ‘date’ was scheduled for today, March 17th. Obviously, it didn’t happen or I would be writing a completely different post. I also knew in my heart that we were not going to get together once again.
He is in social isolation because of testing positive for covid. Also, which is the most terrible part, his mother is dying and will probably pass without him being able to see her again. This just broke my heart.
Honestly, and I always try to be very frank with you, I had wondered what excuse he would have to stop our date. This one is a doozy. Am I being cynical? Yes, a little bit because of past experiences with him. I keep asking myself why he continues to make plans to see me and yet always finds a logical and reasonable reason for it to fall through. I believe him every time because I trust that he would just tell me he didn’t want to see me again. Am I am being gullible and naïve?
Maybe it is all a game and I am an amusement for him, someone to talk sexy with when he is bored. I really don’t mind if this is all that it is as I can be very amusing. Smiley face. It does close my heart down though to realize it. I lied to you just there. I mind a lot.
I would like to share some paintings, done in watercolour, of scenes from my experiences camping and canoeing. It has been a few years since I have been in a canoe and or slept in a tent. I love being out in the wilderness and on the lake very much but a definite prerequisite to this glorious experience is a good mattress. A sleeping bag and a rock pillow are for adventurers or at least the very young and foolish. Again, these are not new paintings, but I hope you like seeing them again.
Thank you for reading and being here with me on this page. I was going to talk about the covid vaccine as it is being hyped on the media non stop. One of my coworkers told me she got the shot and felt fine afterwards. There hasn’t been any mention of us being required to be vaccinated to continue to work at our store. If it was a requirement then I would have to refuse and face the consequences. I hope it doesn’t come to that.
Lovers in dangerous times is the title of this post, and here I am talking more about the dangerous times part instead of the lovers. That is not like me. Guess I really am bummed out about DM and so very sad about his mother dying alone. It is cruel and evil to separate people from their loved ones. I know because I was prevented from being with my mom on her death bed, not because of covid but because of not believing in her religion. It is really the same in a sense.
I just got back from a walk with Gibson to the park, headphones, my favorite music and dancing. A better mood now. I didn’t realize how sad I was becoming and this post some kind of dirge. Sorry about that. Again, thank you for reading and sending you lots of love and many hugs and kisses. Summerhill Lane xoxo