King of Hearts
Dear loved ones,
I have been sick in bed for about five days now. It is not fun to be laying around day after day with no energy or even a little creative spark. My painting calls to me but I have turned away, my poetry nudges a word or two out of my lips, but this too is closed down in a cough. The only thing steady and consistent is burning love which matches the fever of my skin. I am trying to be poetic here but as you can see it is a pathetic attempt.
I am not joking about the love. It is there for my divine masculine no matter what happens or doesn’t happen. I am just living with it as is – a constant.
I will find out in a few days if I am positive for the covid virus. If I do have it, it is not too bad. I have been sicker before with other things.
Today, April 26, is my second husband’s birthday and the one-year anniversary of his death was on April 7th. I am not being sentimental about his birthday or his death, and that may sound cold and cruel, I know. The only thing I am sad about is that he died in a hospital all alone. (I think one of his sons was able to be with him for a little while before he passed). I am feeling melancholy for those old people who die alone and also for those family members who were not allowed to be with them and hold their hands while they passed.
This is just a little post of a few words. An update. I have included a few paintings at the beginning, again you may have seen them before. It is funny that now that I am not working because I am ill and have all the time in the world to paint and write and lay about, I just want to do nothing. Not a thing. Thank you for reading and being here with me. I love you. Virtual hugs and kisses, Summerhill Lane xoxo
P.S. the title comes from a deck of playing cards. I asked the cards what I should call my blog post and this card turned over. I also asked the cards if anyone loved me (silly girl) and I got the same card. Amazing, I think. Who is the King of Hearts?