Teamwork in a difficult time

Today, I salute my dear friends worldwide, including you, dear readers and followers.

This week has been particularly demanding because a sister to one of my friends is seriously ill and needs all the help she can get.

Therefore, we come to her in the mornings to make her morning coffee and talk about positive things. We help her re-arrange her home so that necessary handicap equipment can be installed properly. And we try to make life a little more tolerable, although we know that time is definitely not on her side.

It is teamwork in a difficult time.

My back hurts like hell and back, and it has been stubborn for four days now. But tomorrow, I will go to the local fitness gym again, as I believe that exercise may release the tension in my body.

At the social house, we must consider that a person has begun to mock another. It is unacceptable, and the result will most likely be that the person will be asked to leave and stay away. Sometimes, my work is challenging, sometimes, we can´t help someone, and sometimes, the only answer is to stay strong and focused on those we can help.

And I could easily use much more time for my many endeavors. I finished my latest 5D diamond painting, as seen in today´s picture. I have already ordered a new one, illustrating the four seasons with a small house as the center point. It is made to turn the image depending on your season.

From November 1st, I can no longer buy online on the internet. However, due to our online identification system, we have to use it when banking, shopping, or trying to get in touch with the authorities.

They just haven´t thought of a solution for the many like us who are exempted from having to use it on the cellphone. We have a code reader instead, but the existing solution, including the platform, can´t allow me to approve my buying online.

So until sometime next year, I will have to ask friends to buy for me. It is frustrating, deeply annoying and somewhat like treating me like a child.

Everything speaks in favor of an election for our parliament soon. But this time, I will only vote if I can find a trustworthy politician with empathy and understanding for the weak, the poor, and the old in our society.

The likelihood for that is pretty minimal, as I will definitely not buy a used car from any of those already solid planted in the seat, eating and drinking on our money, and laughing us directly in the face.

Some leaders in the world are downright evil, corrupt, and cowards threatening us with nuclear war. It is neither time for it nor will we ever back down from our human rights and personal responsibility.

At best, it is meaningless, alarmingly crazy, and the direct way straight to hell.

Why fight this way? I´m the granddaughter of members of the Danish resistance against Hitler´s Nazi Germany.

I believe in freedom and world peace. I fight for my loved ones, myself, and my innermost opinions and values.

My friends and I share the art of teamwork during difficult times. It motivates me to always try to be the best possible version of myself.

My bipolar disorder is slowly becoming an exceptional “friend.” But, well, we might disagree whenever the turning of the wheel of life points to depression rather than mania. However, there is so much beauty, art, and creativity in being bipolar with a creative ore.

My anxiety thrives, meaning that it leaves me perfectly alone, for the moment that is. It snarls at me repeatedly; it hisses and tries to grab and drag me to ultimate fright.

But as long as it stays when I tell it to, life is still outstanding, exceptional, and exciting despite a downward spiraling world.

I believe humor is the best cure for bad news, rising prices on practically everything, and an utterly meaningless war.

So I try to laugh as much as possible, especially after demanding personal experiences that will be carved into my soul forever.

I try to live every day as if it were my last on Mother Earth. And I try to create some sort of meaning in all this around me and my loved ones. By the way, that includes you, dear readers and followers. To me, you are a part of my extended family.

For all that, I´m more than grateful.

I have this gut feeling that the time we are living in, well, it is the silence before the storm.

Let´s meet in that silence online and pray for world peace.

So Mote It Be.

Next week, I begin preparing for my kind of New Year, the Sabbath of Samhain. So I think it will be with absolutely everything I have kept hidden in boxes, cabinets, and rooms.

After writing this, it will be time for me to rest my body, as my back hurts really bad. The weather doesn´t help with the cold either; beautiful colors show in the trees around me and change my mood to happy.

Yes, even though the challenges in life are demanding, it is possible to remain relatively sane and stay positive.

This week has also been fun, fast, and life-affirming in so many ways that I, for once, have difficulty finding the right words to express my gratitude.

So thank you, my loved ones, for inspiration, support, and the conversations I will cherish forever.

Thank you, dear Universe, dear goddesses and gods, for this.

May your week be blessed with love, friendship, and positive life experiences, dear readers and followers. May the world slow just a little bit down, as it is some roller coaster ride right now. And may my mood change be swift, balanced, and sooner rather than later.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Sunday highs and lows

Let´s grab hold of the positive news this week.

To begin with, this week has been and keeps returning to busy on the mood meter. It has been 32 years since I last put my feet on a sailboat and spent a whole day at sea. Monday, I faced the experience again. However, we sailed using the motor only, which was great joy with beautiful Fall weather.

Tuesday, we played a few darts at the social house and talked a lot about everything and nothing at the same time. Gradually, I get to know more and more special people there, and I simply love spending time and effort there with them.

On Wednesday, it became stressfully busy, but I adapted myself to swiftly changing situations and moods of the people who showed up at the social house during the afternoon and early evening. Perhaps my busiest time in years, but this time everything went just as expected with a positive outcome for us all, co-workers and fellow citizens.

Thursday, well, a stressless morning was released by a cozy, warm, and beautiful Fall afternoon and early evening with two close friends and a couple of glasses of wine.

Friday, my husband went all-in, buying some building materials so that he can finish his latest project, putting up drywalls in our home to hopefully save us money on the heating bill this Winter. This he successfully did together with a good friend this early Sunday morning.

Yesterday was party time. We celebrated two friends who are now both 65 years old. First, eating brunch together at a beautiful local restaurant. Second, spending a couple of fun and life-affirming hours with them and some of their guests in their home.

Today´s low was to undergo a Covid 19-test. But fortunately, it proved negative. However, as I work with handicapped people, I will wait for my boss´s answer tomorrow before I go to work next week.

For Sunday highs, I can mention the following schedule for me today:

  • Writing this blog post for you, dear readers and followers.
  • Planning next week´s endeavors and creative pursuits.
  • Sharing a delicious late afternoon dinner with my husband (whenever electricity is low cost).
  • Beginning my new 5D Diamond image, which portrays a beautiful sunset beach scene with two hearts written on the sand.

Yet Sunday lows are small yet inevitable life challenges that I have to face living with bipolar disorder, mixed episodes.

Today, I know by heart, mind, and soul that it is definitely not the time for listening to or watching the world news.

There are way too many influences on my mixed mood today, so I shield myself instead and try to bury myself in the work I love to do, which happens to be writing, planning, and having fun with tiny beads.

Right now, my moods are fighting each other pretty strongly. But I keep fighting back every inch of the way by working turns with my digital version of a Book of Shadows and this post, respectively.

Sunday highs and lows; as the title indicates, today is a time of change and transformation. The weather forecast speaks of a proper comeback to Fall when it feels the worst throughout next week, or at least until Friday.

Simultaneously, I´m looking forward to the phone conversation with my eighty-four-year-old father later today. We live far away; however, we speak on the phone three times a week. We began when the Corona-virus arrived on the scene. And we keep doing it to get to know each other on a different plane than the physical meeting.

This Christmas, we will meet here in my home, and it will be great to have him here. This year, we make our own traditions, as the world has changed a lot since my mother died eight years ago on September 28.

If anything, our politicians laugh at us right, no matter the party. The newest addition to that is the so-called inflation package they had the nerve to present to us this week. Seldom are so many deceived and misguided by so few.

Soon, there will be an election for our parliament, the Folketing. I don´t know yet if I´m going to vote or not, as I mistrust those who are elected at this moment. I wouldn´t buy a used car from any of them.

They will have to show empathy toward the weakest among us; otherwise, I stay home when election day comes.

I will not borrow money from the state of Denmark to pay my energy bills. Do they think I´m downright stupid, especially in times of crisis?

But I´m more than willing to change my behavior and habits to save money and energy. We switch off everything electrical every night before bedtime, except for the fridge and the freezer. We eat whenever electricity is cheapest, or my husband uses his outdoor kitchen and grill to cook.

And we share this incredible life journey with a positive outlook every day we are lucky to awaken to.

Last, my husband and I shared a beautiful Mabon ritual Friday. First, we cleansed ourselves with sage incense. Next, I did a full-house incense cleansing. Then we celebrated this year´s harvest of material prosperity and positive mental energies from the time spent with old-school friends.

Sunday highs and lows will be the remaining issue of the day, but I´m more than content with and grateful for my current path through the maze of life.

I deliberately choose no image for today, as I´m not in the mood for technical maneuvers on the laptop. Besides, my words are strong enough for publishing text only.

May your week be blessed with happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness, dear readers and followers. May the world come to its senses and people behave themselves. And may manic rays of life-giving energy soon shine through the tunnel of depression.

As I will it, so let it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Witch comeback

I call back my powers as a witch, writer, and human being. It is time for the witch in me to come back and take control. At this time of the year, I typically write my best. And it is High Noon for us humans to reconcile and work together for lasting world peace.

Next week, Friday, to be specific, I will present a brand new ritual celebrating the Autumn Equinox or Mabon, including a thorough house and personal cleansing.

Next month, in October, I will begin writing my novels again. And, of course, I will present a beautiful, creative, and detailed Samhain Sabbath with everything I have to show and use.

And next year, in January, I will ask my bosses at the social houses where I currently work voluntarily to create a paid job for me. I simply love being there but also need to bring home some extra money to contribute to paying the bills. An early retired citizen in Denmark may work a little bit, and this job is perfect for me.

Yes, a genuine witch comeback is getting closer by the hour. This week, I spent countless hours preparing my upcoming witchcraft ritual. I also finished my flower image, as seen in today’s picture at the end of this blog post. And I just cleaned my Witch’s Den, so spending time there in a couple of days is inviting.

Throughout the week, I have been busy either creating something, helping friends, or making future plans, including going to a concert in January 2023, trying out horse-riding again sometime in the Spring, and finishing my first novel during next year.

But I have also practiced a lot of self-care, such as extended power naps in the afternoons, except for the time at the social houses, listening to great old-school music, and writing my heart out every evening to relax and wind down after some pretty long days.

A witch comeback feels so good. It has been quite a while since my latest ritual at the Summer Solstice, way back in June.

Somehow, my recuperation period and healing process after releasing a highly toxic relationship in 2021 has been lengthier and more challenging than expected.

It is funny, though, that during a depressive time in my bipolar life, I seem to gain more mental stamina than ever before. In addition, my physical strength is improving slowly but surely, as I now have been attending fitness classes at my local gym for three months.

Never mind a few personal issues that had to be taken care of, I’m now looking at the light at the other end of the tunnel. Today, I felt my first vague sensations of an upcoming mood change for the better, for me, that is.

I thrive when in manic periods, whereas I dread the depressive state. With the correct prescription medicine, therapy, and my own daily hard work, I have successfully learned how to cope with bipolar disorder, anxiety, ADHD, and probably more to top that.

My osteoarthritis is also back, however, which is thrilling right now. It hurts like hell all over my body, not helping with the unstable weather conditions.

But, despite many sorts of ailments and flaws, I somehow manage to remain both sane and happy at the same time. Because I feel that I really live a privileged life.

I share my life with the husband of my innermost dreams, old-school friends for whom I will walk through hell and back, and a little wise, old dog and his three philosophical cat sisters and brother.

I live in a fun big house with enough physical and emotional space to be the person I was born to become; there are endless opportunities to work with creativity and magick, and even on a strict budget, it is possible to enjoy life to its fullest.

I live every day as if it were my last on Mother Earth. I make a virtue of expressing my feelings and gratitude to my loved ones daily. And I thank the goddesses and gods of the Universe every morning I receive to greet them.

A witch comeback is a big thing here, and I also spend a lot of time and dedicated work to create rituals worth attending.

The cleansing part of the ritual is highly needed, as we recently had to manifest a clear no to more trouble with our tiresome neighbor. And ever since we had a new fence, everything has been quiet on that front; thank you so much, dear Universe.

The celebration of this year’s harvest is not so literal as it is mentally life-enriching. We have expanded our friendships with rare people into a daily delight. We really like each other’s company, we like to help each other make the everyday function well, and we keep coming back for more.

And the beauty of the ritual will be stunning, as I plan to use everything I have ready for the remaining rituals of this year.

Today, I believe I made it to the beginning of the other part of the journey, back to the manic episode. From now on, there will only be a few weeks before I can shake off the depressive state, preferably throughout the remainder of this unruly year.

Forty-seven words left to express my deepfelt gratitude toward life and its many facets that I’m lucky enough to experience; well, for my part, I’m more than content. I wouldn’t like to miss out on a single moment, whether that be a typical life challenge or gift.

May your week be filled with happy laughter, wonderful positive experiences, and great moments with your friends, dear readers and followers. May Mother Earth’s people join forces to keep a lasting peace rather than fighting lost causes. And may my change of moods come as soon as possible.

For all that, I’m grateful, dear Universe.

As we will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Fall is here; time to reflect and do some shadow work

Tiny drops of icy cold make my body shiver in the mornings, but I still need to walk about my town with a dear friend, whatever the weather conditions.

My mood is on the quiet path right now, much to my innermost dislike. However, I know from deep with my body, mind, and soul that my bipolar friend tends to challenge me with long manias and short depressions.

So, therefore, I’m more than okay, thank you. During a mixed episode, menopause, and changing seasons, it is, fortunately, a lot more fun here than one might think, had I not been so strong and determined to make the most of this life, this once-in-a-lifetime precious gift of being alive.

Fall is here; time to reflect and do some shadow work. Reading between the lines, you will already know that I’m a grey witch, writing and ranting my way through life on Mother Earth here.

Right now, I’m working on several projects at a time. As you can see in today’s picture, I’m processing an image consisting of a frame bought by mistake and some of my husband’s beautiful flowers from the garden.

Simultaneously, I’m planning the upcoming Sabbath of Mabon or the Autumn Equinox. And, of course, writing this for you, dear readers and followers.

My stream of consciousness for today is based solidly on my experiences throughout yet another busy, fun, and life-affirming week.

Especially those concerning meeting other people where they actually are rather than being busy putting them in discrimination boxes.

There’s no need to hide that I’m happy and content with my life right here and now. Today is my creative day, as I have been way too busy the other days to focus my mind on creating both practical and beautiful items that will make my loved ones smile and think positive thoughts.

Rather than memorizing how much happened this week, I prefer, please excuse me for being a bit sassy, for expressing my deepfelt gratitude for my many blessings this season.

Fall is beautiful, too.  

It is one thing to have to live with bipolar disorder and anxiety, but another to actually fight back every inch of the way.

I fight a constant inner battle between the beloved highs and the dreaded lows. I fight for what I believe in, my loved ones, and myself.

My only goal is never to give up, no matter the issues and circumstances. Instead, I remain as sane as possible in these unruly eras of humankind’s worst behavior by trying to look out for beauty, compassion between people, and inner peace.

I need to readjust myself to a new season, colder than expected, and so soon a shift from heatwaves in Summer to clouds and periodic rain.

I need to do a whole house cleansing ritual, as the garden fence story took us some time and effort to move away from ASAP. Negative and stale energy stemming from the sad remains of a toxic relationship must be banished so that peace and calm again set the agenda here.

And I need to reconnect to my inner Self as the Wheel of the Year turns once again toward the balance between day and night.

To do that, I want to create a combined Mabon Sabbath and house cleansing ritual. With all the good stuff in a clean Witch’s Den.

And to work magick is most of all the amount of your own work invested. So next week, I will spend my Thursday cleaning a beautiful yet practical room of mine.

It will be equal parts hard work and peaceful meditation simultaneously. Right before my upcoming witchcraft ritual later this month, I will take a spiritual, mentally cleansing ritual bath. And one part of the ritual is to say a short prayer in silence and use sage incense in every room of the house.

As you can read, it is an exception to the rule if I’m not busy with something almost always. A bipolar brain never “rests,” so relaxing and letting go is a big task for me.

However, I know my body needs more rest in a low mood period. So right after writing this blog post, it will be time for a prolonged power nap, which the little wise, old dog will appreciate big time.

These words and the meaning between the lines are my closest example of creating a stream of consciousness on a beautiful September Sunday, with still more frequent visits of icy cold breaths of wind coming through the half-open window in my Witch’s Den where my husband rests at the moment.

Fall is here; time to reflect and do some shadow work. And so I have; may it inspire a positive outlook on life no matter the challenges.

So much fun, so much hard work, and so much inner peace is my conclusion for this week. Thank you, dear Universe, for allowing me the freedom to live out my innermost dreams.

Thank you for my loved ones worldwide, for every challenge in my life, and for making being strong the only means forward.

As I count my blessings, I’m also painfully aware that the trees don’t grow into the sky for a reason. Nevertheless, I do take my time to recuperate and return to my preferred manic mood.

And, I promise you, it won’t take long this time. I can feel it in every fiber of my body, every abyss in my mind, and every sanctuary of my soul.

With twenty-one words left to write, I can only say this:

Please take good care of yourself and your loved ones.

May your week be blessed with abundant love, friendship, and good fortune, dear readers and followers. May the people of this world unite and work together for peace, happiness, and good health. And may my current journey with the low mood change for the better soon.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

A new garden fence and a tribute to friendship

Yesterday, our friends, my husband, and I worked together to construct a new garden fence. We want as little contact with our troublesome neighbor as possible.

And today, it is domestic bliss to have open windows in the beautiful late Summer evenings without the usual noise from next door.

Therefore, this blog post is a tribute to friendship. Even those who couldn´t help with the more practical aspects of working with a fence of app. 72 inches in height and length per section showed up later to share the utter joy with us.

Now that we have reclaimed our right to yard privacy, we finally feel relaxed after a hard week.

It has been as busy as always these so-odd years. Monday, it was all about a trip to a beautiful camping area, where a sweet couple amongst our friends used to enjoy spending every free hour. Soon, we will help them move it all to another site, where the atmosphere is better due to a crazy owner at the current location.

Monday also became the day for my weekly visit by my counselor. It felt good to let go and tell her about my frustrations over a badly-behaved neighbor over the weekend.

On Tuesday and Wednesday, well, words don´t suffice to express my gratitude for the possibility of working with people this way at the social houses in my county.

Thursday went along with a good shopping trip to Germany and an interesting phone call from one of the people I work with.

Friday, the old fence came down, and the nerves were pretty much worn thin during the week, with the trouble stemming from a neighbor from hell. We used to know them well, but they lied to us, misused our trust, and took us for granted one time too many last year.

Today, I celebrate the new fence, which you can see below, and the special bond of friendship we share with some rare people.

We are lucky to know them and enjoy their company several times a week. What you see is exactly what you get.

Perhaps we are different from mainstream people in that we all have had more than a fair amount of challenges throughout life yet haven´t forgotten what friendship is really about.

Anyway, a tribute to friendship is the theme for today´s blog post.

We are almost always together, be it for short moments of time or several hours a day at other times. We like to help and support each other. And we enjoy spending meaningful time together talking about funny stories, people of the rarest kind, and everything that matters between heaven and earth.

It is a fun and beautiful mixture of the best time of moments and the deepest well of sorrows. This is really Old School, heartwarming and honest, and extremely rare from our point of view.

I have met many different people in my time already, but never before have I met such sweet and like-minded folks.

I love them from the bottom of my heart and my soul. I feel connected in a way that I have always sought but only found so recently in my life.

And I literally throw anything else aside, should they call and ask for my assistance, no matter the challenge, no matter the time of day and night, and no matter the possible favor later on.

A new garden fence and a tribute to friendship; I feel relaxed and renewed in a way that I have only seldom experienced.

From feelings of being watched whenever outside in my husband´s beautiful garden to a calm gut feeling, there have been more than sixteen months in a row with constant heavy noise, a pile of junk next door, and a much-needed liberation from a toxic relationship.

Next week, however, is almost here, and soon, it will be time to go to bed, as I will get up at 05.10 a.m. Monday morning. Tomorrow is laundry day and hopefully a day of creativity, too, as I plan to create a picture with beautiful dried flowers from my husband´s garden.

Tuesday and Wednesday are all about meeting with my counselor, work at the social houses, and one of several weekly calls to my eighty-four-year-old father.

Thursday, we will meet for another ladies´ luncheon, and Friday, Saturday, and Sunday; well, I will be more than surprised if we do not meet again for some fun and life-affirming reason with our friends.

So, being busy and enjoying life with my friends for life is worth every split second of it. We genuinely meet happy, part happy and meet happy again.

Paying them a tribute by writing about how happy they make me is a great privilege, and I´m so proud of them. They are brutally honest sometimes, but I prefer that to superficial people who are nowhere to be found whenever the shit hits the fan; pardon my French.

With only 121 words left to explain that further, let me tell you so much, dear readers and followers; I include you on my list of friends to celebrate and be forever grateful for.

Besides writing about beautiful people in my life, I have been lazy and allowed myself several power naps during the day after yesterday´s work with the new garden fence.

And tonight, I will conclude this busy and memorable week with a few hours of working with the digital version of my personal Book of Shadows. For more, check my profile on Pinterest (

Now, however, it is time to wrap up for today and publish this post as soon as possible. See you again next Sunday evening.

May your week be full of adventures to remember always, dear readers and followers. May trouble come to a long-wanted standstill. And may my ongoing depressive state last only for a bit longer so that I can return to my preferred manic mood.

So mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Only positive vibes shall remain

This week brought fantastic and incredible moments of joy in life and some annoying trouble with a bad neighbor as well.

My mood, however, is not as good as it could have been had it not been for my annoying neighbor, who deliberately cut down some of our plants in the garden from their side of the fence. So now, we will change the wall so that such vandalism won´t happen again.

And the police told us to call again if anything more should happen.

But I choose deliberately to focus solely on the many positive experiences I have had throughout the week, culminating yesterday with a visit to the place where a close friend of mine paid her late mother the final respect by releasing her ashes into the sea a couple of years ago.

Thursday was a memorable and beautiful day with a party for the people we help at the local social houses. Seeing physically and mentally handicapped people cut loose and sing and dance throughout the evening deeply touched my heart, mind, and soul.

Today, I´m more mentally tired than usual. Still, I decided to write this blog post nonetheless, as writing always helps me get back on my feet whenever life turns 180 degrees around itself and challenges my positive outlook on things.

Listening to beautiful music, at times a little louder than usual, as I need to release deepfelt anger and a lot of frustration.

That I´ll do quietly, without speaking or thinking anything but positive vibes.

Only positive vibes shall remain as this week comes full circle.

I have written to my counselor and asked for an extra phone call to discuss how to maintain my mental health when involved in an involuntary conflict. That way, it is easier for me to regain my strength and keep a good spirit.

My plans for next week include two visits to social houses and as much free time as possible. I need to relax and search for positive moments to grab a firm hold on my ongoing depressive state. It is here, but it won´t be as bad as usual because I have decided to fight back every inch of the way.

This week´s ladies´ luncheon was fun and thought-provoking at the same time. We are now so close with our dear friends that we share practically everything, including both the hearty laughter and the difficult moments in our lives.

And it was exciting and heartwarming to meet sweet new people connected to the social houses where I now work twice a week.

Right now, I´m waiting for my husband to serve us a delicious Sunday meal, for this week to end more peacefully than it began, and for my low mood to rise again.

It helps so much writing for you, dear readers and followers. And, believe me, my husband´s tenderloin pot with rice is good stuff. Being full and content with my life is a great privilege. I enjoy sharing it with you, as there already is too much bad news in today´s world.

This place has become an extended diary where I still prefer to write about my life as a writing witch rather than creating big plans for this blog that don´t agree with my time to manifest them in reality.

We are so lucky to be included in a rare and life-affirming social circle where we make a virtue of helping and taking good care of each other, no matter the challenge to conquer.

As of today, one of our dear friends called to let us know that she cares a lot about us, and it both warms our hearts and helps us focus solely on the positive aspects of life.

Only positive vibes shall remain, and from here on, I´m more than prepared to pick up where I left off before this weekend.

Tomorrow morning, I will get up at 05.10 o´clock to be ready for my early morning walk with my friend and my fitness class between seven and eight a.m.

The same thing will happen on Wednesday and Friday. I have lost about six pounds, and I´m ready to step it up a notch.

Tomorrow, I will also enjoy a meaningful conversation with my counselor.

Tuesday and Wedneday; well, it is time for my social work, which I love more than I have the words to describe after only a few months.

Thursday, it is a day off, filled with creativity and fun. Friday will be a day of hard work, as we plan to put up our new fence there. And Saturday and Sunday, again a time of relaxation and working with what I love most to do when at home.

Writing and witchcraft.

Oh yes, I´m a gray witch, knowing when to turn to witchcraft and when not. Today is not a good day for me to create magick, but I still defend myself and my loved ones.

Besides, I´m still standing and will remain standing long after my enemies have given themselves away and shown their true faces.

The central part of the week has been a major success for me, as it is the first time in an extended time that I have met many new people and visited unknown places.

I know from the bottom of my heart, the unseen depths of my soul, and every fiber in my body that this difficult passage in my life will pass.

And now, it is time to listen to great music again.

Only positive vibes shall remain; this spell is done.

May your week be joyful, full of life-changing moments of joy, love, and strong friendship. May the world come to its senses and begin to change for the better for us all. And may my depression only stay a little while so that my best mood can return and give me renewed stamina.

As I will it, so mote it be.

So it is.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Old School Rules Here

This week’s passing has been fast, awe-inspiring, and mentally enriching to the degree that I almost don’t have the words to describe.

Indeed, Old School rules here.

No matter time and place, the issue or challenge, or the situation, I am surrounded by good people. As of today alone, I met with a newfound friend who, besides making delicious pickled beets for us, has taken a tiny kitten, left screaming by its wild mother, into her loving care.

Yesterday, my husband and I met with other good friends whose house we cleaned Thursday, because these people always care more for others than themselves.

And throughout the week, there has been plenty of times of various length where we have thoroughly enjoyed the benefits of true friendship.

All are ruled by simple yet inquestionable rules of behavior that are much needed in today’s crazy world.

You get what you see and what you hear. You are brutally honest. And you know by heart how to behave in the company of rare good people.

Old School; a word is a word, mutual respect and helpfulness are a must, and time to ourselves is necessary from time to time, too.

I am happy and content with my life in the present moment. Yesterday is only a memory now, and tomorrow is not granted in advance.

Living after Old School rules isn’t always a joyride in modern society. I got my new bank card the other day, and I expect nothing but trouble, as it the did last year. It is an unsolvable riddle to me why it is necessary to get a new one and go through the same dull procedure every year.

So, I wait a little longer to activate the darn thing, it is still Summer, and I intend to enjoy every split second of it, new bank card or not.

But working voluntarily with people with physical and mental handicaps like myself is a major mood-lifting experience.

Here, Old School rules bring you further than theoretical ideas from a snobby desk far, far away from people’s reality in the everyday.

It is like two worlds meet, and for once, at least for a while, the best of them wins the game of treating people like you want to be treated.

I have known for many years that I prefer one world to the other. This is because, in my kind of world, people are capable of thinking for themselves, behaving themselves, and working together.

Sadly, the other world seems to be allowed to dominate, especially in these odd years that change everything we believe we know.

Today, my ever-changing mood is set for the lower points, however much I fight back every inch of the way.

Somehow, I can control at least some overwhelming feelings of sadness, depression, and wanting to cry about anything and nothing simultaneously.

So, it ain’t so bad being me today; however much energy my bipolar disorder and anxiety disorders drain out of me.

Old School rules here, and throughout my life, this means that whatever happens, you’ll have to get up early in the morning and do what it takes to get through the day.

Now, I appreciate early mornings, preferring them rather than late morning and afternoon, when my internal and perpetual restlessness feels worst for the time being.

In the evenings, however, I can still not manage to get to bed earlier than relatively late. I have been a night owl for too many years to forget the joys of working through the night.

Today has been no exception to that.

Therefore, I need a late afternoon nap, preferably about an hour, to obtain my optimal amount of sleep.

But I, on the other hand, have the right setting for such a way of life.

And my voluntary work won’t change that. I can no longer work full time, and my ambition rests at ten hours weekly.

A critical Old School rule was once to be wise and maintain healthy boundaries toward other people. It has always been a difficult task for me, and it has only become a healthy habit in recent years, where I have grown as a human being, writer, and witch.

Now, it is not a problem saying no to someone or something. We all need time alone to reload our batteries.

Next week is pretty busy already before it has begun.

Tomorrow, I need to fold the laundry and order my prescription medicine before it is time for yet another ladies’ luncheon.

I meet with my counselor on Tuesday and will be introduced at another social house. Wednesday, it is my weekly voluntary work day. And Thursday, it will be time to participate in a major party with hog roast and many, many people.

Friday is my day off from everything and everybody in the outside world. I will probably sleep a lot, but I also plan to be at least a little creative with the much that I have.

Saturday, we are invited on a car trip to a particular place, where the late mother’s ashes of one of our dear friends were released a couple of years ago.

Leftover is then Sunday, my writing day.

So, you see, from my point of view, there is more than plenty to do here.

Being busy with something always is a must when living with bipolar disorder. The brain is always at work, but sometimes it is best to let go of all the thought streams that are impossible to control anyway.

That I will do right after the writing for today is over. And the best way for me to do that is right on the couch.

May your week be blessed with meetings with good people, may the world of good peacefully conquer the world of eternal strife, and may my weeks keep up the Old School rules forever.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Starling boxes in the garden and unrelenting heat waves.

Today´s picture is from my husband´s beautiful garden. This week, good friends gave us a six-apartment starling box. Our newest friend suffers a lot from both ADHD and PTSD. Some nights he can´t sleep, and on such a night, he built this piece of art for us.

This Summer is different due to the many unrelenting heat waves. Pretty sure this is a direct result of human wrongdoing on poor Mother Earth; I felt terrible yesterday evening. I just couldn´t handle the heat.

But today, it´s somewhat more relaxed, which is why I am writing this while it is still morning. Listening to Bachman Turner Overdrive, it is easy to express my deepfelt gratitude toward both life´s days in the Sun and its many challenges.

Here, from my point of view, in the southern part of Denmark, Friday became essential for us all out of nowhere. Freedom in speech and writing is worth fighting for. My sincere wishes for a fast recovery go to Mr. Salman Rushdie.

With starling boxes in the garden during yet another unrelenting heat wave, it is impossible not to feel happy and content with life here at this paradisic spot on Mother Earth.

I will attend an important meeting with my counselor and my boss on Wednesday next week at the social house where I have been working voluntarily for about two months.

I have asked for more hours, as I find this kind of work so enlightening, so well-suited for my ever-changing moods, and so mentally refreshing that I would like to work more hours to practice the art of working part-time despite being early retired.

In my country, it is possible to work a little bit even though you can no longer work full-time and support yourself.

During more than twelve years of recovery from both physical and mental disabilities, I have received a lot of professional help. Now, I feel I have the capacity necessary to give something back to others who need empathy, respect, and recognition, too.

And if not now, then when (author still unknown, anyone?)?

This week, I have used fitness in the local gym as a tool for equal parts of a much-needed vent of frustration over humanity in general and a highly-needed weight loss campaign. For eight weeks, that is.

I feel that now, the present moment is the best time of my life so far.

Although my moods swing again-again to the lower point, I have somehow managed to short-circuit myself by engaging in as much work as possible.

Knowing that my bipolar mind always does precisely that, work is meditation to me. So this week, I did a lot of little, sometimes unseen and unheard, daily chores.

Being busy with the little things in life, we humans should be spending the majority of time given by the Universe.

Rather than fighting and over-spending, as seems to be the current tendency, even though some, including yours truly, long ago changed their ways.

Today, fourteen years ago, my husband and I met. At a bar. And feel in love instantly.

Many I love you´s and equally many quarrels later, we are still in love, care for each other, and have been married for thirteen years.

It is a unique joyride, something that only happens once in a lifetime, and a complete game-changer to me. He makes me want to become the best possible version of myself, no matter the challenge or circumstance.

And today, we will be celebrating with an entrecote, salad, and home-grown potatoes. Topped with some ice cream, it will be a relaxed day, as the temperature from early morning on has cried “Hot!”

And now, as the morning has changed into early afternoon, my husband, the three philosophical cats, and the little wise, old dog enjoy their recuperation time.

I sit with a fan on, trying to let go of the feeling of yet another of the hot flashes that menopause and living like a Crone bring along.

In my living room, with old-school music in my ears, having the time of my life as everything feels fine right here and right now.

It began as a fun and not-so-busy week. And now, a new one is right before me, as if a time machine has just passed without anybody noticing.

Fourteen years, where have they gone???

Now, we are here, and our sole goal is to make the most of everything, using every split second to work for the common good of ourselves and others.

It will be with an even stricter budget, beginning as soon as possible. In the news, they reported a new rise in the heating costs that will probably affect us. Therefore, I will save some extra money on my budget account just in case we have to pay more than we already do.

But although we live in troubled times, staying positive helps remaining sane in the chaos that the world seems to be caught up with these years.

So, here we get up every morning, intending only to do our best no matter what and to never give up, but instead learn and grow time and time again.

It is my only answer to the ongoing change of moods in my mind, my osteoarthritis, and every challenge that life throws at me.

Because I know it works and that hard work pays off eventually.

Life´s too short for whining and complaining; besides, being reprimanded by a calm person is much worse than being constantly cried at by anger.

These were the words for today; now, let us online pray together for world peace.

May your week be blessed with happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness, dear readers and followers. May the peoples of Mother Earth reconcile and cooperate about freedom and working for the common good. And may my moods stay stable and reliable for a long time.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Afterparty reflections on a rainy Sunday afternoon

Yesterday, many weeks of careful preparations culminated in a beautiful, fun, and heartwarming garden party.

Present were my eighty-four-year-old father, our old neighbor who drove him here and back home, and four friends for life.

BBQ under the open sky, twisted by the typical Danish Summer weather, changing between sunny and warm to windy and wet, lots of laughter yet also those special moments of peaceful happiness, and all the way through the afternoon to early evening happened here.

And time went on relentlessly, although we inside wished for it to never stop.

In my husband’s beautiful, wild, and welcoming garden, we created magick together in those happy hours, where a mix of well-being and emotional joy of life was the only agenda.

Now, my husband and one of the philosophical cats powernap, and the little wise, old dog lies under a blanket, refreshed by his morning routines in the garden, and enjoys the peaceful and quiet atmosphere here.

Afterparty reflections on a rainy Sunday afternoon include my current state of ever-changing moods. Today is a well-known yet uncanny sensation of the first frosty mental touches from depression, the backstage to my preferred manic episodes.

During the course of a year, I have tried to track my changing mood to get to know each one properly.

My tendency is long periods of controlled mania and short states of equally controlled depression.

This garden party was the ultimate test of my mental capacities and level of inner balance and outer stability. It was a significant success.

And this morning, I walked 5 km/app. 3.1 miles, with my dear friend who wanted to show me a route around our little town.

Topping that with what???

A slight weight loss helps bring balance and extra mental energy.

So, it has been a great week with lots of work but plenty of time to enjoy it with good people, the rarest kind.

Next week doesn’t look busy at all, except for next Sunday. My husband and I will have known each other for fourteen years. When we met so many years ago, we didn’t dare to dream about life in its current version.

What we will do to celebrate, we don’t yet know, as we at the same time need to rest and reload our mental batteries. Perhaps go out for dinner, or even better, prepare something delicious together and set a beautiful table for two at home.

Afterparty reflections on a rainy Sunday do, however, not include any words about how crazy people behave on Mother Earth, as my words will only point out the obvious conclusion that we all really need to shape up and do what life’s all about in my point of view:

To live it fully every second we are so lucky to get.

In a peaceful and tolerant approach to other people, with a positive outlook on both sweet and sour moments on our paths, and out of respect for Mother Nature.

I try to become the best possible example of that every day. I’m so certainly not perfect at all, but I try to only use what I really need. Rather than craving what I want, or I’ll feel wronged and act as a spoiled rotten brat.

We live in both dangerous and forever-changing eras. There are many, many people out there who do need, as in MUST, to change behavior and stop consuming without a second thought about tomorrow.

We have changed our ways and found a much better path to travel through life together.

A long time ago, it sometimes seems.

Yet, on the other hand, fourteen years can change life for the better.

It has been a joyride on a rollercoaster on the loose, but most of all, it is the ultimate ride for me. I have found the love of my life, my knight in shining armor.

The white horse and the princess’s dreams may not look the same as when I listened to fairy tales as a child.

But he is here in my life, and it happens right now in every present moment we are lucky enough to be gifted with.

Afterparty reflections on a rainy Sunday contain, however, my deepest gratitude, all my love, and best thoughts of a better future for the peoples of Mother Earth.

Make love not war.

Do good things, educate people to become good people.

Don’t brag, don’t whine, and don’t pretend.

We can accomplish such things here because we have decided to do it. But, yes, it takes patience, hard work for the rest of our lives, and the iron will to live well even on a strict budget.

It is a sacrifice, and I’m willing to surrender to the Universe. But it is worth it every inch of the way.

The gifts that may follow our alternate lifestyle are unpretentious, they are the real deal, and they are moments of pure joy to be forever cherished.

It took us more than eight years to accept the harsh fact that neither my husband nor I had any abilities left to work and support ourselves. And it took me over five years to recover to my current state of mind.

Life’ has been a rough player at times.

But it taught me early on to fight for what I believe in, those I love, and even the most minor place in the Sun.

And today, after a successful garden party, my mind feels like a ten-tracked expressway, going in all directions at a speed out of my control.

But I’m happy and content. Twenty-five words left to wish you a beautiful day with equal parts of comfortable rest and exciting adventures.

May your week be equally joyful, dear readers and followers. May we all meet in silent online prayer for world peace. And may my transition to my low mood continue so peacefully as now.

So let it be, thank you, dear Universe, goddesses and gods.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Play the music and carry on

Living with bipolar disorder, mixed episodes; play the music and carry on.

It is rather scary, demanding, and awkwardly fun. It is a mysterious yet magickal involuntary ride on a roller coaster on the loose. And it is a never-ending story of irresistible highs and dreaded lows.

And have you been around in life´s many corners like I have; also, welcome to no less than four anxiety disorders, a touch of the quiet ADHD, and probably something to top that, too.

Not forgetting my osteoarthritis, I have a fair amount of challenges to learn to cope with through my joyride in this wonderful, at times thrilling down the spine, fairy-tale-life of mine.

But nothing in this physical and mental backpack may ever serve as an excuse for not taking my part in life´s everyday chores and social gatherings.

Besides, I was raised to never give up no matter the obstacles on my paths in life´s endless possible destinations.

So, therefore, play the music and carry on.

I do that today, listening to great orchestral music well-suited for writing and movies. The little old, wise dog rests right beside me, waiting for me to take him outside in the garden to do his stuff, especially sniffing in the winds of Summer.

While my husband roams the many cozy spots in his beloved and beautiful garden, the three philosophical cats enjoy their outdoor cat den´s cooling, shady hiding places, and my fingers dance across the keyboard to the beat of the music; I focus solely on trying every day to become the best possible version of me.

By being attentive to aches and pains, whether physical or mental, fighting hard to keep a positive outlook on life, and living like where today my very last on Mother Earth, I´m able to metaphorically short-circuit myself to stay a little longer in my preferred manic mood.

Oh yes, I know by heart and expensive tuition in the ruthless yet fantastic School of Life every prejudice to anything but picture perfect.

It takes a living person with bipolar disorder to create understanding and tolerance and an empathic to make a meaningful conversation.

Well, here I am; for my part, I believe in brutal honesty, a direct attitude, and good manners.

Beginning with my own example, somebody must start to address an issue if the goal is to create meaning between people rather than strife, conflict, and bad feelings.

Yes, there is plenty of possible trouble on the other side of the coin. Yes, it takes its toll on me and my surroundings. And yes, the only way ahead is forward, so play the music and carry on.

Writing openly about it helps me to think more than twice, yet I´m capable of acting in a split second if need be someday.

At the moment, right before the last month of Summer, I´m in and out between moods, with a tendency toward the more quiet side of me.

The upcoming Saturday holds many challenges for me, so I use every piece of leftover energy to meditate and focus on enjoying every moment of our garden party, celebrating the love between my husband and me.

On August 14, 2022, we will have known each other for fourteen years. Tempo fugit, time flies.

And the only thing to obey is to follow along as good as it gets.

One more week, it is time to meet with my counselor and resume my charity work. I look forward to learning and benefiting from like-minded good people, knowing by mind and heart that they get what they experience.

I simply can´t engage in something without using everything I have got at hand to serve the common good.

And still, play the music and carry on.

Awkwardly fun, oh, believe me, the inside, the close-up, and the real-life version of bipolar disorder, you better be prepared for a hell of a ride.

Every day is a new challenge, but most of all, the greatest gift to be allowed.

Today, I have perfect surroundings, and my backing is invaluable. But I have hit rock bottom a couple of times in my life so far, so I´m used to fighting for what I believe and need.

The wants are formed by life experience and are modest but in reach, even on a strict budget.

How and when? If not now, then when (author unknown to me, anyone?)?

No, lots and lots of hard work, patience, and iron will. Also, being willing to sacrifice extravagant and, most times, utterly unnecessary shop-till-you-drop excursions.

Sprinkle that with chance and light at the end of every tunnel.

Once in a lifetime, that´s my life´s vision. And knowing, too, that everything comes full circle at some point in the web of time.

Therefore, I grab a chance when I meet it.

Play the music and carry on; today, I´m celebrating the simple pleasures in life. Being alive on a beautiful Summer Sunday, living the life of my dreams, and fully accepting myself and my many flaws and quirks, is a true gift.

A short break in the garden with my dear husband and our little wise, old dog; that became the best spice in my writing today. Sassy as hell, calm as an angel, and alert as a terrier.

Summing up my life so far, it is a fun and thrilling adventure, always with the best to come.

Forty-three words left to finish what I began a little more than an hour ago; I thank you, dear Universe, dear goddesses and gods, and dear backing.

I can´t wish for more; may my doings inspire others to try the same positive outlook.

May your week be beautiful, fun, and life-enriching, dear readers and followers. May people worldwide come together rather than apart. And may my music and inner manic drive keep supporting my creativity and my mood swings at an absolute minimum.

As we all will it, let it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Celebration time

The last three weeks of professional cycling culminated today. Jonas Vingegaard from Denmark won the Tour de France 2022. Congratulations, let our beautiful red and white flag show how proud every Dane is on this special day.

Last week, I couldn’t write my weekly blog post as usual. Then, somehow, life took its own course, and suddenly there was neither time nor motivation to write last Sunday.

Now, however, it is celebration time, and the music is loud and full of irresistible drum beats and howling bass guitar riffs.

Five hours of hard work on my laptop disappeared in the air as my Word editor decided to play rough and, without warning, deleted my work.

But I will make it through tomorrow, though. So tonight, I prefer to leave work for now and celebrate life at this beautiful Mother Earth spot.

This week has been extremely busy concerning visits to and from dear friends. However, there have been many happy laughing moments, just because we really like each other’s company. At the same time, there is always room for serious matters.

A dear friend became sixty-five years old today. When she returns from her holiday with her husband next week, it will be time to celebrate her with a beautiful gift. She likes angels, so I have bought her an angel pendant with a silver necklace.

To me, she is indeed an angel herself. She is kind, loving, and direct. With her, you never doubt a split second; and you always know that she means well, however frank she might address you.

For another equally true friend, I have begun a creative project about creating yet another beautiful wind chime. I make butterflies from clothespins; they will decorate the wind chime whenever I get a couple of bamboo sticks, pieces of wood, and a couple of meters of steel wire.

Celebration time includes my gratitude pledge for the many blessings in my life. For every new day, a new adventure, fresh impressions, and heartwarming experiences with the rarest kind of people; those who stand up with you, those who always try to be helpful when it is most needed, and those who never let you down, no matter the circumstances.

I will show gratitude daily, as things seem to happen spontaneously every day. Of course, it is more obvious some days, but there is something to be grateful for every day in my current life.

My husband’s hard work in the garden pays off big time right now. Beautiful flowers are everywhere, and last week’s heatwave didn’t do as much damage as we feared it would. His equally hard work keeping this fairy tale life running smoothly deserves praise, too.

For all that, I’m more than grateful.

My own contribution consists of three different strategies for the best possible life living with bipolar disorder, anxiety, and too many pounds on me.

I expose myself to out-of-the-house activities, including places with many people, I lay extra mental pressure on myself to shortcircuit my mood swings, and I have now completed six weeks in the local gym.

So, yes, indeed, it is celebration time. Finally, I can now control my anxiety disorders. I may change slightly toward the depressive mood, but it is much more balanced and slow than usual. And I can see and feel my body’s first little signs of weight loss.

Tomorrow, my former counselor will call me for a weekly talk about life with both physical and mental ailments. My current counselor is on vacation, but we arranged weekly calls. Three weeks without this invaluable help would have been risky business concerning my ongoing mood transformation.

Three times one hour in the local gym await me tomorrow, Wednesday, and Thursday. Then, it is relaxation and restoration time on Tuesday, Friday, and Saturday. Sunday is dedicated to writing a blog post worth reading by you, dear readers and followers.

And, looking back at the year 2022 so far, I’m pretty sure that it won’t be long before we hear from at least one good person in this little well-integrated group of people that we have been lucky enough to get to know.

With less than 250 words left today, it is rather difficult not to be awe-inspired by all the blessings happening daily in my current life.

For that, I thank you sincerely, dear Universe, dear goddesses and gods, dear family and friends worldwide.

Life is precious, so live it with care, with intent, and as if today was the very last day in your life. Don’t waste time on conflict, worries, and ego.

We may disagree on some issues here, but we have no dreadful arguments. We may live on an even stricter budget than usual, but we have paid our dues and goodbye to debt. And we may have chosen a different approach to life, but we know happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness.

Tomorrow, a new week awaits me, probably busy as always these months, these years. But, I’m happier than ever before in my life so far.

So, yes, it is celebration time. Tonight, we are proud Danes, proud husband and wife, and proud as the people we have become.

It has, at times, been a pretty rough ride. Challenges have been plenty demanding. But, all things considered, the rewards have been the merrier.

For that, I’m forever grateful.

Thank you, dear Universe.

44 words to find meaning in life; life’s purpose is to live it to its fullest and make the most of every situation. Nothing else matters more than the present moment.

Let’s meet in a silent online prayer for world peace; let it be.

May your week be blissful, happy, and filled with moments to cherish later on in life, dear readers and followers. May the world finally find peace within herself. And may my mood swings stay reasonable and easy to handle.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Summer exercises

First, let me apologize to you, dear readers and followers.

Friday, I weighed myself, and from now on and well into the future, the recipe is exercise and significant changes in diet. However, a realistic time frame is necessary and something serious to contemplate.

It hit me hard this weekend, and I have to admit; frankly, I was absolutely in no good writing mood.

Therefore, I decided to postpone my post until today, after my morning walk, one hour of challenging exercise, and a relaxing bath.

Summer exercises are a constant battle in my mind, as I hate anything connected with gyms and working out.

I know that it is healthy and much needed in my case. But, I for sure don´t exactly love doing it, even though I feel a lot better after an exercise session.

Well, there is only one way forward: to conquer my Self three times a week, rising to five times a week after about six months or so.

Today, I began my second month in the local gym, now with extra weight on the machines. However, I know it will come back to me later today, as I expect to become more than tired after the exercises.

Summer exercises include mental attitude adjustment as well. So, for the next twelve to eighteen months, it is all about the fight to lose weight without the risk of gaining it all again.

Last Sunday, shortly after my blog post filled with positive vibes and Tour de France ecstacy, well, Denmark and the world witnessed a tragic shooting at the big mall Fields in Copenhagen. Three innocent people were brutally killed, and several others were seriously injured.

A mentally ill young man, only twenty-two years old, went crazy shortly after he tried to call the psychiatric system for help. Unfortunately, no one answered the phone at that moment.

Our psychiatric system has been left outside in the rain for many decades now, and all of a sudden, all the responsible politicians are so busy promising the Moon and the stars.

Where have they been, however, for so many years??? It is nothing but major mismanagement of an area in a society where a country indeed will be known for the way it treats disadvantaged citizens.

It is a big shame, and at the social house where I work voluntarily, we will be the first to find out how cutdowns and mismanagement hurt the citizens in their often difficult everyday.

The sad incident stopped a folk festival and made it clear that there really is something rotten in the state of Denmark, as Shakespeare wrote so many years ago.

There will soon be an election for parliament, but already, I don´t know who to vote for. I would not even buy a used car from any of those in parliament today, so it will be a tough choice when election day shows up.

On the more positive front, there is busy here as always this year. Tuesday, it is ladies´ luncheon time again. Wednesday is my last visit to the social house before the Summer holidays; Thursday is my birthday with morning coffee for my closest friends.

Friday throughout the weekend, however, it is time to just relax and enjoy some of my many creative projects, which I´m planning in a flexible list, so that there is always something to do, no matter my mood on any given day.

Concerning my mood, yes, I can feel a slight change to the quieter side. However, it is way too soon, as we have many more plans for this Summer, and I´m definitely not ready to change moods right now.

Therefore, I short-circuit myself on purpose, meaning that I trigger a mini-mania that can keep the depression at bay for a few more weeks, preferably into the last weeks of August.

The price I pay is that I´m drained, especially mentally. But nevertheless, I get up happy every morning, as I have chosen to live each day as were it my last on Mother Earth.

Today´s picture is from my husband´s beautiful garden, the yard, to be more specific. Flowers are thriving everywhere, and for the next couple of weeks, I will go out daily on a photo safari to document all his hard work there.

Later this morning, it is time for some serious work with my digital Book of Shadows. The prioritized list of creative projects and necessary chores will have to wait for the afternoon to be processed.

My Summer exercises were challenging for me this morning, and a power nap later will be much appreciated.

When this is written, it is outside in the garden with the little wise old dog, who on July 3 became twelve years old. Where have all the years gone, my sweet little friend for life???

He waits patiently for me to finish writing so he can come out to enjoy a beautiful Summer morning on the deck chair in the yard.

And, with only eighty words left to write, that will be soon.

I feel both energized and tired to the bone, my body thrumming with the aftermath of today´s Summer exercises.

I will try to work out a mental plan to learn to love my exercises. They will, after all, be a significant part of my life for an extended period.

And, I know that I will be happy and much more comfortable losing weight and becoming more toned.

May your week be peaceful, happy, and filled with those moments you later cherish, dear readers and followers. May the people of this world soon begin working together rather than pushing for strife and meaningless, crazy acts of violence.

And may my mood swings stabilize as soon as possible. I don´t have time for anything but a positive outlook on life in general, particularly on my annoying friends, anxiety, and bipolar disorder.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Happiness is …

… the absence of negativity in the form of trouble stemming from the outside world. Today, the weather is beautiful Danish Summer at its absolute best performance.

The third stage of the Tour de France 2022 on TV, in the southern part of Denmark, with a Dane leading the race as I write this weekly post for you, dear readers and followers.

May the good spirits from the equally beautiful behavior of the Danish bicycle fans inspire people worldwide today and forever.

Happiness is …

… the presence of a positive outlook on life in general, a humble approach toward life´s many and diverse challenges, and an iron will behind all the hard work in the settings of my life.

My eighty-four-year-old father tried bicycle racing as a young man, so I know by heart that he is in awe over the number of happy and smiling people who greet the riders. I am, too.

It´s not the sport itself, not the excellent quality pictures, and not the proud feeling of being a Dane myself right now, pretty close to the real thing, less than app. 100 kph/62.2 mph from where I live.

It is a public folk festival; people behave more than well. And they are doing so on the third day in a row.

It may well be a bicycle race only. But right now, in this writing moment in a free country, it is a fine symbol of something good, something positive, and something that brings people together instead of apart.

Happiness is …

… my simple yet complicated life here in the southern parts of my country, Denmark. I have seen so many flags and banners on the TV screen. Still, it is nice and quiet at my spot of Paradise on Mother Earth.

For the much that I already have, I am more than grateful.

Wednesday, I meet another person with bipolar like me. Now, I understand my loved ones, as it ain´t always a bed of roses dealing with people like us.

But it was life-enriching, too.

The week has been busy and tough on my body, mind, and soul. My physical exercises make me relaxed and very tired. My morning walks and talks teach me about many new aspects of life as a Crone. And my creative issues have been the work with my digital Book of Shadows.

My creative den needs a thorough clean-up, and my witch´s den is dusty and needs a good cleaning. But the weather gods suggest a change next week, so, maybe, this week, my many plans may very well come to fulfillment.

The Summer heat is terrific, but with my hot flashes due to my transition in the realms of menopause, last week didn´t yield a witchcraft ritual as planned.

And next week, there is more than enough on my plate already. But in the week of my birthday, there may be spare time to go ahead and perform a relevant and beautiful ritual about love and happiness.

Happiness is …

… the many opportunities in life with my current living conditions on a strict budget. I don´t need to buy to become creative with what I already have. But, if I make a buy, it is either a necessity or a small supplement to my current stock.

But, as I have to admit, my mood swings are increasing. Therefore, I have more plans than the personal resources to execute.

It doesn´t matter, however, as I consciously choose to live in the present moment and enjoy each day at my own pace.

Especially in so odd years as the ones we experience now, I believe it is imperative to seek happiness in the little moments, the little things, and the little life-changing split seconds where life unfolds, raw and direct.

And here I am; I´m happy and content, my health is fair, my inner peace is restored, and I try to find new ways to be kind toward other people.

Still, with a Dane still leading the third stage of the Tour de France in Denmark, I´m proud to be Danish for the first time in a long time.

I know the other riders will probably catch him soon again, but at least it is fun as long as it lasts.

Happiness is …

… listening to old-school music, trying to write in tune. Today, it is happy music, a mixture of genres and eras, and, of course, as loud as possible without damaging my ears too much.

I prefer listening to loud music when writing here, on social media, or on my novel project. I now have app. sixty-five pages of material strong enough to be edited for the final draft sometime next year.

But there is yet a long path to walk before I have something like a complete first draft. At the end of Summer, it is time to dig in and write all my thoughts, ideas, and snippets of dialogue that I have contemplated for more than two years.

Happiness is …

… being alive, being released from the past day-by-day, and being able to express my opinions without censorship from society.

Today, my thoughts go to the Ukrainian people, who right now fight for their right to exist and live in peace. May they achieve those goals soon.

Today, I greet my loved ones near and far away with my never-ending love, respect, and friendship.

And today, I´m grateful and happy for my life right here, right now. So now, it is time for a cup of coffee and rest.

May your week be happy and beautiful, dear readers and followers.

May the spirit of my Danish countrymen celebrating the Tour out in the land inspire all the peoples of this one world.

And may my mood swings stabilize and wait until the end of Summer, preferably well into the Fall.

As we all will it, dear Universe, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Counting my blessings in deep gratitude

Today, counting my blessings, I dedicate myself to being grateful and content with my life. Throughout this week, everything has come full circle.

Playing old-school music from before the world took a wrong turn 360 degrees around itself. A fresh cup of calming chai tea, the little wise, old dog, and still freedom of speech and room for a life lived in the present moment only.

Deep gratitude because my life has changed from a haunted mind to deep inner peace in only one year.

Physically, I’m in the first weeks of exercise at the local gym after close to four months and two weeks with morning walks and talks.

Mentally, I’m undergoing a strange yet irresistible transformation from being so much an introvert to an entirely new extrovert.

And spiritually, I’m educating myself in my new Tarot cards. They present me with a whole new outlook on methods to interpret a Tarot reading. And, as my husband is a keen gardener, they fit perfectly here in our sacred spot on Mother Earth.

I’m forever grateful for all that with more to come tomorrow if tomorrow comes.

Counting my blessings with deep gratitude, yesterday’s garden party with yatzy, lots of laughter, and hot, oh so hot. Today, with temperatures continuing to climb, we are at the app. 27degrees Celsius (app. 80.6 degrees Fahrenheit), and staying inside is the best choice to make.

When it gets so hot in the southern parts of Denmark, it is pretty muggy, and combining this with hot flashes due to my current menopause transition to becoming a Crone, is way too much for me.

So, I have retreated to indoor activities only, at least as long as the Sunday afternoon rest for my husband, the little wise, old dog, and our three philosophical cats last.

It will be time for my conversation with my eighty-four-year-old father for a couple of hours more. As of this writing, he is enjoying the excellent company of some good people. They help him in the everyday; they like him genuinely.

Counting my blessings with deep gratitude, this week has been educating, festive, and memorable. Special bonds have been made, and they grow and thrive every time we meet with this incredible group of good people.

They have overcome life’s hardships without complaining; they seek durable and practical solutions no matter the size of the challenge, and they genuinely care about us.

Like it at the same time has been the first full week of exercise sessions at the local gym for me, I’m more physically tired than usual. After all, it is twenty-two years since my last attempt to become and remain fit.

However, my mental strength has the upper hand, and I feel happy and content that I “conquered” the machines and, thereby, my body, mind, and soul.

I now look into a busy schedule for preferably a long time ahead.

Escaping and surviving toxic relationships takes time. Both hurt and heal when you decide not to accept having your boundaries challenged beyond justification. But, believing in my life’s experiences, it is necessary to remain firm and stand up for who you are.

It is, at times, a subtle distinction between being fierce, upholding your inner beliefs and values, and moving on to something so much better that the toxic relationship soon fades in importance; however, the main priority remains to show no mercy whatsoever toward the toxic person.

Besides, as a witch, I feel Karma is more suited than me to deal directly with toxic people.

Counting my blessings in deep gratitude, I feel relieved that I don’t lie, that I don’t break the trust of others, and that I don’t take anything or anybody for granted.

I will seek the shadows for the remains of this extremely muggy day. I will also try to enjoy a small bonfire in the garden later, close to nightfall. Balancing the no-man’s-land between the active high mood and the low passive version, today is a fine time to let go and relax as much as possible.

If I find the inner drive to work with my digital version of a Book of Shadows, I might work on a New Moon Ritual next Wednesday. However, it will probably not happen before tomorrow, and my new Tarot deck is more likely to be of interest.

This round three with the deck deals with getting to know in detail 78 different plants. One at a time, until every plant and card feels familiar.

Suppose the heat, however, continues to trigger my hot flashes, well. In that case, I turn to read my many emails from you, dear readers and followers. I admit it. Frankly, I’m behind with that, as my life has improved in so many ways that my only problem is not having enough time around the clock.

Instead, I read in bulks, one week at a time. And one day, I will have catched up on it all sooner or later.

Counting my blessings in deep gratitude, dear Craft, thank you for all the magick happening here and now in my and my husband’s lives.

To me, the best magick happens when you least expect it, and more often with other people. So a New Moon in Cancer ritual, my Sun sign in the Western Zodiac with Leo rising, seems appropriate to begin a new Moon cycle with the best intentions for an even better future.

My husband, my soulmate, and the love of my life, will attend the ritual, the theme being love and the beauty of life’s ups and downs.

May your week be beautiful, happy, and full of special moments to remember for life, dear readers and followers.

May this crazy world come to its senses as soon as possible, dear Universe.

And may my life continue to be worth every effort, every tough time, and every experience, dear Mother Earth.

As I will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Preparing for Midsummer celebrations

Busy bees buzzing in my husband’s beautiful garden, the warming Sun and a blue sky, and engaged we are here, too.

Preparing for Midsummer celebrations takes time; there is so much to do. So today, I focus solely on this blog post and my witchcraft rituals for next Tuesday.

Wednesday will be celebrating my husband’s 49th birthday, which we also highlight with a garden party on Saturday.

Then there is Monday, Thursday, and Friday left to get the house cleaned, the garden polished, and our minds set for good times with good people.

Tomorrow, I begin my new project of getting more fit for life’s many challenges. I have started at a local gym, and yes, oh yes, I feel it in every bone and nerve in my body, mind, and soul. I will attend the gym three times a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Tomorrow, we will clean the house as well. And tomorrow, I will finish creating two beautiful rituals celebrating Litha or the Summer Solstice morning on Tuesday,

Thursday, I will need to relax after my husband’s birthday breakfast gathering on Wednesday. I also have time off from my social work, so there is time and resources to celebrate him properly.

Friday will be very busy, as we will gather nine people with us on Saturday to celebrate both my husband’s birthday and a ladies’ luncheon. Therefore, there must be prepared food and drinks, we need to borrow an extra table and chairs, and it is necessary to go to sleep early on Friday evening, as we will get up equally early on Saturday morning to fix everything before our guests arrive at noon.

Regarding my two witchcraft rituals celebrating the Summer Solstice, one of them will be for my counselor, as she has expressed a wish to experience a little bit of what goes on when my husband and I create magick together in my Witch’s Den.

I think I will show her some prayers, an easy and cozy spell, and a small Tarot reading with her picking the cards.

When this blog post has been written and posted, it is time to call my eighty-five-year-old father and talk about this busy week where I have learned the hard way what it means to begin working at the local gym after more than twenty-two years without exercise in the everyday.

Preparing for Midsummer celebrations includes my silent thank you to the Sun for its life-giving warm rays that have been, if not abundant, more than fair this Summer.

Over a little more than a year, I have changed. A lot for the better, thank you, dear Universe. It was challenging and, at times, nearly heartbreaking, to release and say goodbye forever to a toxic relationship.

It was, however, revigorating, life-enriching, and forever so sweet a change to get the unforeseen opportunity to get to know a few good people.

For once, we won in life’s lottery of chance meetings.

We also celebrate such meetings next week. This is because we like each other’s company and keep finding good reasons to meet, eat some delicious food, toast our friendship, and laugh together. A lot, actually.

Preparing for Midsummer celebrations takes its toll on me, however, so I have turned to a day filled with rest and relaxation. Sitting here in my living room with the little wise, old dog, turning twelve years old on July 3rd, I’m sharply dressed in old but comfortable clothes; a bathrobe, slippers, and my hair undone purposedly.

This week has been mentally hectic, physically challenging, and spiritually demanding. But I have enjoyed it all the way, especially in my early mornings with close encounters with Mother Earth on my morning walk-and-talks with my dear friend, a true storyteller by heart.

At the social house, I was praised and appreciated for my empathy and work with peer handicapped people. Mixing mental and physical handicaps is a great initiative, which both parties can use to keep on the excellent work creating a mindful life despite severe challenges in the everyday.

My plans include a late Summer pig roast party, creating string art with an almost blind woman, and challenging myself to become a better listener.

It feels good to try to achieve a positive difference for other people. Seeing them change from despair to hope and joy is heartwarming. But I also know that there will be tough days as well, where the only thing I can do to help is listen.

Preparing for Midsummer celebrations, feeling happy and content, becoming the best possible version of me.

I’m proud to announce that my current news level is at the absolute minimum. I simply don’t have either time or mental room for negativity from the outside world. It is crazier than ever before in my life so far. And there is so little we can do to push it back into normal mode.

But here, we try to do whatever possible to remain sane and keep a positive outlook on life’s many twists and turns.

We have consciously chosen to live our lives as if today were the last day for us on Mother Earth. We don’t know tomorrow before we are lucky to wake up and experience it. And we should leave the past behind, as it can never be changed anyway.

Only in the present moment is it possible for us to live life and be happy.

Now, it is time to relax before an early dinner with my husband and the phone call to my father.

May your week be blessed with a happy Summer Solstice, lots of warming Sun energy in your lives, and deep inner peace, dear readers and followers.

May next week be as joyful as this one has been, preferably worldwide; thank you, dear Universe.

And may my mood swings be as mild as they have been throughout this week.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.