When magick comes alive

Dear readers and followers.

Today, I want to reach out to you and politely ask that we, in our thoughts, all meet online for a silent prayer for world peace. For working together to heal Mother Earth and, not least, ourselves.

And for magick in our lives in the present moment.

Today, my sweet husband finished his latest garden project; a small roofed terrace in the yard. It is solid, well-built, and inviting for many meetings with coffee and wine this year.

Today, I discovered that happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness genuinely matter at the end of the day.

And today, everything comes full circle in my life.

This feeling when magick comes alive, even on a pretty strict budget, it is undeniably comfortable.

I feel that I live a magickal life, as everything seems to be connected, and the connection is friendship in the most caring, fun, and authentic way.

We take great care of each other, take the time needed to discuss the ups and downs in the roller coaster of life, and appreciate brutal honesty, decent behavior, and having fun rather than being sad.

There are times, like today, right here and right now, when I feel I live a fairy tale life. I have everything I need, a world of opportunities to become happy about, and good and beautiful people around me twenty-four-seven.

I have been practicing as a solitary cottage witch for more than six years. But experiencing magick can also be all about the everyday.

There need not be special occasions to create magick. Ritual forms are only limited by the extent of fantasy. And tools come in many versions, too.

My budget is always strict. So recycling is a must here in my paradise on Mother Earth. Yet much can be done with very little.

I went to a larger city today with a friend and peer to get my laptop evaluated. It is getting worn, but I didn´t want to spend 5,000 DKK (app. 727 American dollars). I need to save a little extra money before buying another, let alone a relatively expensive, new laptop.

And this old one will have to wait until I can pay in cool cash until that day. But it works, and my needs with it are covered. Moreover, it only takes a little longer to use it, as a new one would not.

Regarding magick, I could probably create a unique witchcraft shop full of many different kinds of props, tools, and decorations.

So, everything is as it should be from my window to the world.

When magick comes alive, that is when I wake up early in the morning, that is when I meet good people throughout the day, and that is when I go to bed happy most days.

Today, a friend and I resumed our habit of early morning walks. It is Winter, we visit a very ill woman in the mornings, and the light has to fight hard with the darkness. But it felt terrific to walk and talk with her about life´s many twists and turns.

This morning, my fitness class was uplifting, challenging, and fast. But, coming home meant a short pitstop and, soon after that, a more extended trip to a large city with many places, people, and shops to manage, living with a couple of mental disorders.

And now, as of this writing, I simply must express my deepfelt gratitude that my life feels like a fairy tale. By writing thank you, life, thank you, ancestors, thank you, dear Universe, dear goddesses, and dear gods.

This week, I really need to finish my 5D diamond image, as I have many other upcoming creative projects on my mind.

There are also practical chores and other necessary things to do. So, busy as ever, how do I find the time to re-evaluate this blog, including my choices about images and videos?

Sometime during this Spring, I will return to the subject with new and fresh ideas for the future content here. By closing many creative projects this Winter, I hope to find extra time to spend just a little more on caring for this blog.

Concerning my current mood, I´m continuing to be as stable as possible, working my way through the forever-racing thoughts, and healing myself by using shadow work often enough to change in due time for a forever-changed world.

Weekly, however, tiny yet icy-cold signs of anxiety and melancholic nostalgia snarl at me from their “corners.” I´m trying to stop it right away with light breathing exercises. And, so far, that strategy seems to do the job.

I feel safe, happy, and content, and I have the best of people around me, including you, dear readers and followers.

These weeks of waiting, they make me alert, attentive, and determined. I´m waiting for a job interview in my county. I plan to ask more than once if need be because I love my job at the social houses. I believe that there is a good chance that I will succeed.

And if not, well, then I will wait a couple of months before asking again.

When magick comes alive, everything feels like the world coming full circle. And I have learned recently that it is in the everyday that we might be lucky enough to experience it.

Now, it is time to call it a day and carry on with whatever challenges and fun moments life throws at me. Thirty-three words left to show you the beauty of this day. Happiness in real-time. Inner peace in abundance. Good health in taking my fitness classes one by one. Kindness in my loved ones.

May your week be enjoyable, heartwarming, and full of happy laughter, dear readers and followers. May we all let go of what no longer serves us. And may my mental stamina remain strong, reliable, and valuable.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.


Busy Writing Witch

What was supposed to be written yesterday had to be postponed until today. Sorry for the inconvenience, dear readers and followers.

But the weekend proved to be draining for me, as I have spent at least a couple of hours searching through ALL of my written work, both written by hand and laptop.

I used to have a perfect set of helpful notes for my new Tarot deck, The Herbcrafter´s Tarot. But somewhere through last year, they seem to have disappeared into thin air for no apparent reason whatsoever.

Nothing was found in my handwritten material, whether witchy or not. Nothing was found on my laptop. Nothing was found, but it left me with the feeling of being played by some inexplicable force. Looking through the booklet in the deck, I know by every atom in my body, mind, and soul that I did create something, as I can recognize what I read in the booklet.

And on top of that, I began my fitness class with a rather nasty anxiety attack as I was warming up to handle the machines. It kept haunting me throughout the day, so I couldn´t stay focused long enough to write anything meaningful.

But today, I´m well and okay again, thank you.

I´m a busy writing witch, working with my Digital Book of Shadows and my Pinterest account. There are countless hours of hard work before me. Still, I need to transfer everything to the digital version, as my arthritis attacks my hands, so that handwriting is no longer an option for me, except for rare occasions.

My novel adventure has yet to find time in my busy schedule. And to be frank, inspiration has not struck me for a long time, so I don´t mind postponing this project. However, I would rather wait than write something terrible.

But I created a small New Year and Happiness ritual yesterday, as I wrote about last week. The main experience was to piece together two spell jars that hopefully will bring us happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness in 2023.

My husband assisted me in sealing the spell jars with colored wax. But I was somewhat stressed, so I forgot to create beautiful images for you, dear readers and followers.

My next ritual will be the celebration of the festival of Imbolc on February 2, 2023. I will work with the cell phone from the planning phase to the actual ritual activities there.

Right now, I´m listening to fast, orchestral music so that my racing thoughts won´t disturb my writing. I feel happy and content, knowing that my work today at the social house was appreciated, both by the people there and my boss.

I´m furthermore proud of my efforts this morning, assisting my husband with many more daily chores than I used to be able to do.

My hard hours in the fitness gym have paid off big time. I have lost weight, reduced my fat percentage, and raised the weight on the machines.

My husband and I are working harmoniously to save money to do some of the stuff we love: taking care of the house and garden, crafting beautiful and functional projects, and living life as if today were the last.

Despite a crazy world, despite a troubled past, and despite everything, we have managed to come back to life after many, many years of living in the way-too-fast lane.

We are happy. We are safe. And we are privileged.

For all that, we are grateful. Thank you, dear Universe, dear goddesses and gods.

Today, I don´t count the words. Today, I simply write my heart out. And today, I need to write less than usual to spare my hands.

So, may your week be beautiful, engaging, and life-enriching, dear readers and followers. May world peace be the new rich. And may my arthritis shut up and leave me alone.

As we will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

An actual Happy New Year

2023 began as busy as 2022. Therefore, I decided to write this blog post a day later than usual. I needed to see what happens if you write down what you have done during the day instead of making plans only.

After only two days, the result is striking, as I have accomplished much more than I thought possible.

I don´t like New Year´s resolutions. At all. I prefer to act rather than plan. So, my idea is to write what I actually do daily for a whole year. Then, it will be fun and thought-provoking to check my actions on New Year´s Eve 2023.

My husband and I shared an actual Happy New Year without trouble, without the usual scary moments for our beloved pets, and without hangovers on the first day of the new year.

Last week, we had a fabulous Christmas party with both family and friends. Yesterday, it was due time to take down and put away the decorations, the leftovers, and the new beautiful memories.

Today, what was left from yesterday´s cleanup became sorted, and now everything is back to normal everyday.

I´m getting so much closer to finishing my 5D diamond image, I have clean and tidy creative spaces, and I now need to take on new adventures this brand-new year.

The first task will be to work my way through many papers, especially those related to the household economy, my novel, and my physical version of a Book of Shadows.

Then, it becomes time to write a prioritized list of creative projects and important household makeover projects.

My husband and I try our best to save as much money as possible, not only because it is necessary these odd years due to a world in chaos but also because it has become a significant sport here to reduce the living costs so that there is a little more to spend on more fun stuff.

An actual Happy New Year to me is not to be so economically dependent on the outside world that every thought, every action, and everything is about money or the lack of it.

In due time, we succeeded in changing our lifestyle to a much more coherent one where there is enough space, both economically and mentally, to remain reasonably sane and, at the same time, to evolve into two independent people with an inclination to live in harmony with each other.

This means that today we have built a safe haven in the southern part of Denmark. Our budget may seem somewhat strict, yet it is more than strong enough to take us through even the worst of what the world has to offer in that direction in 2023.

Above all, we agree upon the most fundamental issues in our lives; we have decided not to argue about stuff that could and should be treated with honor and decency rather than harsh words and fights without a reasonable cause.

Today, I can write on my calendar that I did much more than I have done for a very long time. Not that I have been lazy; on the contrary, I have been in the process of recovering from an arduous life filled with misunderstandings, life-long consequences of wrong choices in my youth, and not knowing until late in life that I have unwelcome “friends” in my mental baggage; bipolar disorder, four anxiety disorders, and ADHD.

I´m now so recovered that it will soon be time to say goodbye to my weekly meetings with my talented counselor.

At the same time, I´m working hard to achieve a little part-time job in my county at the social houses where I have been working voluntarily for more than seven months.

I have a safety line, though. My counselor has told me she can set up six months of visits without consulting my social worker beforehand if the need should arise for me.

The thing about bipolar disorder and anxiety is that it is never predictable. I have to live one day, one hour, and one minute at a time, as I never know how my mood swings and anxiety will behave.

Therefore, I make plans with enough space for the days when the only thing to do is to stay on the couch watching binge-worthy TV series. Since I don´t mainly watch that much TV, such days are pretty rare nowadays, including my depressive periods.

An actual Happy New Year is already happening here in my paradise on Mother Earth. The only dark horse is what will happen in the crazy world that we all live in.

My only answer is to live each precious moment as if it were my last, every day, every split-second, without wasting time looking back at past unhappiness, past disrupted inner peace, past lingering health, and past opposites to kindness.

Today, everything feels perfect; nothing except for the outside world can disturb my path.

My inner witch is making herself both visible and audible. I want to plan a brand-new witchcraft ritual this week. It will continue next week with a more detailed view of its performance on Monday, January 9, 2023.

You are invited in, and I will guide you through it as it happens.

When my laptop has been cleaned and updated, my vision is to make some video for you, beginning with a full tour of my Witch´s Den.

Twenty-eight words left to greet you, express my gratitude for being able to write freely here, and let you know that I look forward to writing for you this year. Thank you.

May your week be full of new-found hope, generosity, and positive life-changing moments, dear readers and followers.

May this year be full of happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness; thank you, dear Universe, dear goddesses and gods.

And may my life continue full of days like today, where everything comes full circle.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

The day after Christmas

Four fantastic days and evenings with my eighty-four-year-old father, who will be eighty-five in just twenty-four days from now, passed like a whirlwind of speed, fortitude, and unforgettable memories passing by.

We had a beautiful, inspiring, and awesome Christmas this year. Especially yesterday´s Christmas party with my father and our closest friends was worth attending.

The day after Christmas is both a remarkable and a challenging day. It is all about receiving love and letting it go in front of your eyes, as my sweet former neighbors and friends came by today to bring my father back home by car. Remember, he arrived by train; I promise you he is a tough daddy.

Listening to old-school music in all genres while writing this because after letting him go, I really need to let my forever-tossing-and-turning-racing thoughts do their thing instead of focusing on writing my heart out.

Sometimes, with bipolar disorder, mixed episodes, it is an advantage to work with the thoughts rather than forcing myself to use all kinds of distractions to keep them silent.

And today is such a day. I always feel sorrowful when I see my father leave my home, my grounding spot on Mother Earth, where I feel the most rooted in my life.

It takes me about an hour to walk through the emotional register, from sadness and tears to common sense and the knowing that I always will speak with my father after his return to his home.

He calls me, and I call him back for about fifteen minutes. There, we pay our respects; there, we find the time for our next phone call; there, we forget about traumas and concentrate on simply loving each other on our own terms.

Then comes the silence in the room after my husband retires to enjoy his daily power naps. Yet another hour, suddenly writing my way through the sadness back to happiness and contentment.

And now, as I´m writing this, everything is back to normal; everything is as it should be.

Now, we need to recuperate and turn back to the everyday here. So, tomorrow, it is back to the fitness gym; it is back to tidying up the home, and it is back to working on my creative projects.

The day after Christmas is almost done. Now, as the New Year is right ahead of us, it is time to reflect on the passing of this strange year where a bloody, nasty, and wrong war is turning the rest of the world upside down and hitting the headlines.

I´m so grateful for my life, although it is remarkably more expensive than I can remember.

I may live on a stricter budget than ever before. I may choose to live in an alternative manner. I may live by old-school rules.

But, believe me, I live a happy and rich life with lots of laughter and tears, too.

The next couple of months will be about saving as much money as possible. Everything is expensive, from electricity bills to food. Therefore, we need to consolidate our savings so that we are well-prepared for a new era with the rapid changes in the world nowadays.

But we already have more than we need, and we have the time, space, and materials to simultaneously do something fun and necessary.

I have many creative projects to work on in-between Winter and Spring. I have a big, beautiful home to care for. And I have a family and good friends to spend my most precious time with.

So, we won´t feel so direct that we work hard to save as much money as possible in due time to keep on doing our best to make the most of every situation.

We are used to spending only money when necessary and seldom for fun and entertainment. And by making saving money a creative project, it quickly becomes a sport.

The day after Christmas, we eat the leftovers, relax, do as little as possible, and reflect on the past four days with joy and gratitude.

While my husband watches a binge-worthy TV series, I listen to different music. My racing thoughts try to distract me whenever I seem to get a sentence right.

The music helps me focus on the writing; it makes me happy and makes the thoughts disappear in countless directions, away from me.

It is a bit difficult to write under such circumstances. Still, with reasonable breaks in-between writing sessions, I work my way through the 1,000-word blog post I have as a weekly goal.

It has been a great holiday with many visits, a festive atmosphere, and memorable moments. Now, it is time to let go of it and return to our everyday here in the southern part of Denmark.

I did that today by helping my tired husband with the dishes and cleaning the kitchen and dining area. I will do it tomorrow with the rest after my morning walk, visit, and fitness class.

One hundred words left today to greet you and wish you a Happy New Year, dear readers and followers; I check out 2022, proudly announcing a stable weight loss, high spirit, and a new-found strength in facing a life where it is lived; direct, open-minded, and kind.

I will come back in 2023 in just a few days from now.

Please stay safe wherever you are. We live in dangerous yet life-enriching eras these odd years. And it all about living each day as if it were our last on Mother Earth.

May your year be outstanding, with unforgettable moments.

May your week be gifted with happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness, dear readers and followers.

May world peace be the new positive to wake up to sooner rather than later.

And may my current mood be unchanged for as long as possible in the new year ahead of my loved ones and me.

As I will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Yule next week and Christmas 2022

Merry Christmas and Happy Yule, dear readers and followers. A week early, perhaps; however, I feel the inner need to express my deepfelt gratitude, bow my head in a silent online prayer, and yet show my childlike happiness.

With both awe and a light drop of emotional pain, I now walk you through this past week of yesterday.

As usual, these odd years, and in particular 2022, it was hectic, busy, and inspirational to the degree that I have only met before on the rarest occasions.

I have also been torn between clashing emotions, as the breakup of two of my dear friends hurts like hell, simultaneously with the other extreme feeling of deep and lasting love between my husband and me.

Yet I also know but gut feeling and from the bottom of my heart, mind, and soul that sometimes life and love hurts. It won´t last forever, though. So, to turn a negative input into positive affirmations that I´m pretty alright here in the southern part of my country, Denmark, let me assure you that life here otherwise is as good as it gets.

I´m getting so much closer to letting go of my counselor next year. My moods are stabilized, my anxiety is silent but awake, and my ADHD helps me stay creative and alert when necessary.

And I now plan to ask my county to hire me for real and good. I simply love my voluntary work at the social houses, where I have been lucky enough to meet courageous, strong, and lovable people who, despite their physical and mental handicaps, can teach me empathy, friendship, and gratitude for my own life.

But I also got to live with inflation, war, and a more crazy world. And by January 2023, the tax authorities will no longer deduct my separate income from my husband´s early retirement money. I can work ten hours a week. Better than nothing at all; besides, I simply got to try to work more permanently with this.

I will plan my Yule/Winter Solstice witchcraft ritual in the weekend ahead. Its theme will be beauty and light as we celebrate that the Sun will regain more of its power over the darkness after this day. And my husband and I will decorate our home for Christmas, more than we have done in the latest couple of years.

My eighty-four-year-old father will join us this Christmas, and he arrives here on Friday, December 23, also a day of magick, the nameless day (Celtic).

Therefore, we do the little extra needed to make it both cozy and inspiring to come here from far away in the country and by train.

So, despite being sad about the breakup in our little clan of dear and true friends, I´m happy and content with all the rest.

I feel so privileged, and I work hard daily to express my gratitude in deeds and words. I have a sweet and caring husband, I have close friends nearby twenty-four-seven, and I have the possibility of being creative even though we live on a stricter budget than the last couple of years.

And gratitude, love, and kindness will be the main focus of my Yule ritual next week.

I believe from the bottom of my heart that Christmas kindness should be an everyday thing reserved for us all. To me, kindness is not an expensive gift. It is the everyday that holds the most days anyway.

Being kind to my loved ones, being kind to the people I meet at the social house, and being kind rather than fighting anyone.

But, trust me, I will stand up and fight for my loved ones, myself, and my beliefs.

If the need arises only, though, I also believe in world peace between people and Mother Earth. However, the likelihood of that is not up to me alone. But I pray for it every day, how it would be beautiful and relaxing.

Yule next week, Christmas 2022, and many plans and stuff to do; thank you, dear Universe, dear goddesses, and dear gods, for my current mood. It is wild yet controlled enough to allow me to just live my life as it shows up.

I definitely need the extra energy, especially the mental part, as my husband hurt himself last week, so a finger needs caring love. I told him, of course, to slow down, but he is my soul mate.

Therefore, I know by heart that he is as energetic as I am. Next week, I will take some photos of his latest creative work. It should be appraised, for he knows what he is doing.

We even learn the same way; trial by error.

Now, it is high time to relax and let of a positive and fine Monday in Denmark in December 2022. I have been up since 05.45 a.m. CET this morning, and tomorrow is the exact time as it has been for a couple of months.

We have a friend with a very ill sister with whom we share the morning coffee and a long talk. It is both demanding and profoundly touching to know her, as she is a sweet yet very ill woman.

It is necessary to help her, and it feels just right in the bottom of my heart, mind, and soul.

Being kind in both words and actions is a challenging and sometimes rather lonely adventure. But now, I get to pay just a little back in gratitude.

May your week be full of happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness, dear readers and followers.

May world peace and respect for climate change be on the agenda for our politicians upstairs. They really need to pull themselves together and do what it takes to heal Mother Earth.

And may my current mood stay stable and keep me working hard to do my best in everything I write and do.

So be it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Christmas rush and redecorating the house

Above all, please forgive me for not writing last Monday. I simply ran out of time due to having a lot to do at home, preparing for my eighty-four-year-old father´s Christmas visit here.

At the same time, my husband and I are extremely busy redecorating the house, so we can keep living here. Unfortunately, energy prices have risen dramatically, so we decided to put up plaster walls and an extra door, letting go of a spare room where the big former business window is full of cracks, making it icy cold and windy in our living room.

After all, we live in a former takeaway shop, where practically all the windows need to be changed to avoid drafts and save money on energy bills.

The last fourteen days have been hectic, filled with extra chores and hard work carrying the content of two bookcases upstairs. The spare room is now only for flowers and plants because it is too damp to keep other stuff there.

As a result, my shoulders pay the price and hurt like hell. It was a nightmare going to my fitness classes last week, as some of the exercises involve using the shoulders. But I´m pretty tenacious, and at least I managed to do most of them without whining and making faces despite intense pain.

The Christmas rush has begun its first stage here with us. Today, my husband made a beautiful Christmas decoration for our upcoming Christmas party for my father and our dear friends on December 26. And I got all the good stuff out in the open from boxes and bags.

Besides being hectically busy with all sorts of practical pursuits, we were sad to learn that two of our dear friends have decided to split and live separately for good. But we told them they were still welcome here, as we don´t take sides in anybody´s private matters.

Yet eighteen days are left to prepare for my father´s visit. He will arrive by train on December 23, and my friend, with whom I enjoy the morning walks and talks, has promised to take me to Esbjerg to meet him at the train station. An old neighbor and close friend will come here on December 27 to bring him back home.

So, until then, we enjoy being busy and having more than enough to do. Speaking of which, this week, I begin preparing my witchcraft ritual for Yule on December 21. A party of lights, celebrating that the Sun will regain more and more power over the darkness from that day on.

Tomorrow, I will attend the Christmas party for the people at the social houses where I work voluntarily every Tuesday and Wednesday. I have promised to help both before and after the party, and I have begun the complex art of learning to cook for up to ten-twelve people at a time on Wednesdays.

So, my Thursday is a full day off from anything but light chores and my 5D diamond image, which is about halfway done by now.

The weekend, however, the plan is to help some friends put up their new fence, as they helped us a lot this Summer when we had to deal effectively with a pesky neighbor by putting up a brand-new fence.

My mood swings have stabilized during the last couple of weeks, and, enjoying my controlled manic mood, if not all, then most of my physical and mental strength has returned. And, since I´m feeling better than ever, the time has come to begin preparing to say goodbye to my counselor, as there are many, many people in my country, Denmark, who need her help more than me.

That process will begin shortly into the new year, as the coming of Spring is the best time for me to tune myself into becoming truly my master.

I know the last day with her will be both painful and challenging for us. But simultaneously, it is the finest quality label on her professional work with me when we let each other go our separate ways. And the plan is to keep a phone number to call if or when the need for help arises again.

Which, by the way, is a very sensible thing to have in mind living with bipolar disorder, anxiety, ADHD, and probably even more on top of that.

Next week, I will include some pictures of my husband´s solid work in the house. He is a skilled artisan and handyman, and I´m so proud of him for being the best husband one could ever wish for, making my life worth living, and becoming the perfect example to follow.

He is the one true love of my life, my best friend ever, and worth every inch of the way from our first meeting almost fifteen years ago to this day.

The next demanding creative project here is to clean my witch´s den, where my father will be sleeping during our Christmas days together. Of course, I need to go through a lot of witchy stuff for him to feel comfortable, but he knows about and respects my faith and lifestyle, and I know by heart that he will sleep safe and sound there.

Fifty-five words left today to speak out my joy of life and my most sincere intentions of doing my best every time in anything, especially witchcraft, writing, and creative projects, and to let go of shoulder pain, a world in meaningless chaos, and any kind of negativity whatsoever. As I will, so mote it be.

May your week be joyful, filled with happy moments and lots of love and friendship, dear readers and followers. May happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness be attainable for all living creatures on Mother Earth.

And may my controlled manic mood keep making my life perfect for an extended time.

Let it be so; let us meet in silent online prayer for world peace.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

The return of Jack Frost

It is bitterly cold, freezing, outside today. The return of Jack Frost was abrupt, as if out of nowhere, and harsh on my osteoarthritis. However, the whole day has been filled with different activities, from fitness class to cooking my first meal in a very long time.

Now, I believe it is time to do much more of the cooking stuff, which has been quite an issue for me throughout life. I want an experience that can boost my confidence in my cooking abilities.

Besides, I need to be able to cook a decent meal, as everybody should be able to. It will take time and a lot of patience from my husband, who usually does the cooking around here.

The return of Jack Frost also shows me that I need to work harder on my mental disorders in these dark Winter months. I simply don´t have time for the SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) anymore in my life.

There is so much going on here that every split second must be spent on my beautiful family, my sweet friends, my beloved philosophical cats, and the little wise, old dog.

Last week, I was deeply saddened to learn that two of my dear friends, a sweet couple, have decided to break up. But nothing can be done here except let them know that my husband and I are right here and that they still are welcome.

Several of our friends have more than their fair share of trouble stemming from health issues, family problems, and late effects after a close encounter with Covid 19.

So, I try my best to cheer them up, help them, and talk them through it, honestly and direct, as I don´t believe in beating around the bush.

Therefore, I´m more than happy to engage myself in a fresh new week. Tomorrow and Wednesday, it will again be time to visit the social houses and learn about people in a thought-provoking and life-affirming manner.

I will follow a friend to the hospital on Thursday, where she will undergo a complex and extensive leg operation.

Friday and the weekend are yet to be filled with activities and social gatherings. Still, I plan to relax with a brand-new creative project and work with my digital Book of Shadows.

It is a little early to prepare for my upcoming Yule/Winter Solstice witchcraft ritual. Therefore, I will work on missing parts of my Book of Shadows. They are missing, as I have only practiced as a solitary cottage witch for six years.

And there is only enough time to work on one subject at a time. But there are plenty of different themes to work on, so I never need to fear getting bored in my lifetime.

The return of Jack Frost also reminds me that next Sunday, it will be the First Sunday of Advent, meaning it is due time to begin decorating our home for Christmas. This year, my eighty-four-year-old father will attend here with us, and I simply can´t wait to spend precious time with him again.

We will have five days together, and we already have many plans to prepare. First, we want my father to meet with our friends for a traditional Christmas party on December 26. Then, the day after, my dear friend, with whom I walk and attend fitness class every morning, will prepare him and us a delicious meal.

Last week was hectic, short, and so live-affirming and challenging that I still need to clear my mind from the many life lessons I learned.

Yesterday, I was on the cell phone with my father. Simultaneously, I ironed a massive pile of clothing, tablecloths, and old, sweet handkerchiefs from my late mother.

Some of the hankies I have used to create a beautiful, old-fashioned curtain for my bathroom window. I did it with a friend who knew how to handle a sewing machine and the art of teaching it to me as she worked through the project.

The curtain is today´s blog picture, by the way.

The next project is to put the finishing touches on a birthday gift to a friend for Friday, where there also will be a ladies´ luncheon to enjoy. Again, it is a homemade wind chime (the image follows next Monday).

As for now, I will wrap up with a few thoughts on life here at this sacred spot of Paradise on Mother Earth.

I live a fairy-tale life. Practically everything seems to work harmoniously together right here, right now, and I genuinely feel that I live the best years of my life so far. Despite world chaos, everyday challenges from bipolar disorder, ADHD, anxiety, and constant racing thoughts, I live a happy life on a strict budget.

We have learned our life lessons the hardest possible way. And, I willingly admit, we are strict on saving before spending, recycling, and giving each other enough space to maintain a strong marriage in year fourteen.

For that, I´m so grateful, dear Universe, dear goddesses, and dear gods.

It is definitely not a matter of course to live like that. It takes hard work, daily consideration about the details of saving energy and thereby having to spend less on the bills, and iron will to do what my husband and I do with our life.

So, thank you, dear husband, for giving the many opportunities for happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness.

May your week be blessed with domestic bliss, lots of love and friendship, and positive life experiences, dear readers and followers.

May there soon be peace on Mother Earth, as it is highly due time for a better future than human beings so far have been able to pave the way for.

May my current manic episode be of long-lasting character. I really need the high energy levels right now; thank you, dear Universe, thank you, dear goddesses, and thank you, dear gods.

So mote it be. Blessed be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Winter blues and Spring hopes

This past week has been remarkable due to the mild weather in Denmark, great experiences with friends for life, and my drastic mood improvements.

The climate changes are here already, and we might as well learn to cope to our best ability. I have seen swans on a field very late and a mighty flock of geese in the air as late as yesterday. But it all changed for the worse today, for Winter and Jack Frost are impatient now.

Now, we need to put heat on, wear extra clothes, and think more than twice about how we use our energy for water, heating, and electricity.

I´m usually mentally torn between Winter blues and Spring hope at this time of year. But this year is different, though.

I´m still dreading the long and icy cold Winter months. Yet, I´m more than capable of being happy, productive, and learning valuable life lessons about good people in my life.

My Spring hopes are high, wild, and enthusiastic right now. As I see it, the celebration of the Winter Solstice or Yule on December 21 is getting closer by the hour. So come on, King Winter, just show me what you got.

My arthritis is as bad as ever; my thought streams try to spin me around every awaken split second, and it hurts like hell to attend my fitness class.

This week, flu and other bad stuff can pack up and let me go. I have decided to go back to standard procedure and attend my fitness class three times, no matter the amount of physical pain after a session like the one I overcame this morning.

I count the days until we reach the first day of Spring in a few months. I can´t wait to bask in the Sun with my coffee, enjoying my husband´s beautiful and well-kept garden and the fun of watching the wise little old dog, sniffing in the air on the garden lounge.

So Winter blues and Spring hopes may very well be attuned to me right now, as I´m experiencing a balanced version of mild daily mood swings this Winter. My bipolar disorder is stable and easy to handle, my anxiety only hisses and shows its sharp claws, but it stays in the corner, obedient, at the moment at least.

Tonight, I´m working simultaneously on my newest 5D diamond image, an abstract image with all the colors I love to work with, and going through a big basket filled with beautiful old handkerchiefs.

The plan is to visit a sewing-handy friend on Thursday and make two curtains for my bathroom window with her.

These weeks, I´m finishing long-lost projects, both for others to enjoy and for me to keep being happy about my current living conditions.

I have excess mental energy when in a manic mood. Still, I have to use my physical energy sparingly, as my physical ailments haven´t let go of me yet.

Winter blues right now is, among many other things not worth mentioning, that awkward feeling of inadequacy that occurs when good friends and good people are not well, whether due to physical, mental, or spiritual issues.

Fortunately, we all try to remain reasonably sane, laugh a lot, and work rather than sob about stuff we can´t change, only re-adjust our attitudes.

Spring hopes are new ideas, future plans, and the desire to spread out your wings and try to fly without fear but most certainly with deepfelt respect.

Hopefully, it will be here as soon as possible, better, ASAP. So keep on dreaming, dear readers and followers, as dreams are vital to living your life to its fullest.

This past week was busy as usual, difficult mentally to leave behind, and way too fast for me. The days ran together, so it now feels strange to point out single moments when everything was chaotic and charming simultaneously.

But I remember this irresistible feeling of belonging to home, family, friends, and good people. Better late than never, I have found my way home.

I feel lucky living with the love of my life, good people close to me, and sweet philosophical cats and a dear wise old dog lying right next to me.

Every day now feels like a fairy tale; however, it is everyday-like. There is no actual difference between work time and offline time.

But ever since I began working at the social houses in my county, my anxiety level has gone one way down and down. I haven´t had a long and lousy anxiety attack for as long as I can remember this year. However, nothing about anxiety may ever lead to the conclusion that it´s finally gone, Hoorah. I have tried, and it keeps creeping back on me.

There is a long time between attacks this year, yet I´m more watchful than ever. I keep working daily to learn to cope and live comfortably with physical ailments and mental disorders.

Ninety words left to tell you how grateful I am for you reading me. Thank you, I like to read you, too. Writing on Mondays is the right thing to do for me now, as I write faster and better at the beginning of the week rather than at the end.

Perhaps I´m more motivated by the fact that I have been up since 05.45 this Monday morning when writing this. No matter what, it is bliss every time to write in peace and freely here. Hope you enjoy it.

May your week be blessed with the joy of life, inner peace, good health, and kindness, dear readers and followers.

May the world shut up, pardon my French, so it is possible to think, love, and simply live your life in peace and quiet.

And may my challenging ailments keep being obedient and leave me alone most of the time; thank you, dear Universe, dear goddesses, and dear gods.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Shopping at the border and positive vibes

Today, I went to Germany with two of my dearest friends to shop around the border. It was fun, fast, and life-affirming.

We discuss everything and nothing simultaneously; we laugh a lot like the old hags we are, and we share our life experiences.

The past week was busy as usual, hard to overcome due to a recent and nasty stomach flu, and yet wonderful to be allowed to experience.

Shopping at the border definitely isn´t what it once used to be. The prices are skyrocketing fast now, and I´m increasingly aware of not buying anything unless I really need it.

Today, I saved a lot of money by abstaining from spending even though I could have done it with a pure conscience.

I simply didn´t find that much worth buying. Therefore there is now a nice sum of unexpected extra money for necessities.

Likewise, with my laptop that runs slower than usual, I have arranged for it to be thoroughly cleaned and face-lifted with a brand-new hard disc and some extra memory if possible.

Should I have saved the money to buy a new laptop, it would have taken me at least a year. Besides, the prices of electronic devices have kept rising lately, and I would really hate to have to spend more than a fourth of my savings on buying one.

About positive vibes, it is way easier to write.

Today, my mood lifted for the first time since that damn flu; pardon my French, that keeps tiring me, even long after the symptoms have disappeared.

My medication also seems to work correctly again. That is a true blessing to me, as it has annoyed me a lot throughout the last week.

A day-long road trip with dear friends, what could I want better to begin a fresh new week?

I sit comfortably in our living room while my husband is outside in his beloved garden, enjoying a beautiful bonfire. Unfortunately, it is way too cold and windy for my arthritis today, so I stay inside, strengthened by a cup of chai tea.

My plan for the week is to follow along as it evolves in front of me. First, I want to finish tidying the creative den on Wednesday, as this necessary project has been delayed by almost three weeks of the flu and its aftermath.

Tomorrow, I need to join my fitness class again, prepare for my counselor´s visit and the work at the social house. And after that, I will need to work hard on a creative project that must be finished before November 25, as this is a friend´s birthday and the wind chime is for her.

Currently, I have no plans for the remaining parts of the week. I only know this; it won´t be boring because my loved ones always work out good ideas of what to do together. Therefore, we´ll probably spend a lot of time having fun, laughing, and talking about life and the world situation.

Shopping at the border today meant I finally found the perfect birthday gift for my father. He will be eighty-five years old in January 2023. So he will receive both his Christmas present and his birthday gift when he arrives here on December 23 this year.

Positive vibes are essential to me today, because I have been so annoyingly moody the last couple of days. With no apparent reason whatsoever, it hindered me from fulfilling my plans last week.

No energy, no iron will, and no tidying any den became the direct result. But, at the same time, I needed to withdraw and rest a lot to regain my physical, mental, and spiritual strength in the aftermath of the flu.

Today, I will try to break that pattern by gathering my materials for the windchime, this week´s creative project.

Besides being busy from the early morning throughout the day, I´m happy and content with my life´s ups and downs. I look for everything positive, no matter the issue, and during the latest five years of my life, I have found the necessary mental tools to live with bipolar disorder, four anxiety disorders, ADHD, and probably even more than that.

And I have learned so far that beauty can be found in both versions of being bipolar. If you only dare to keep on fighting hard daily to become the best possible version of you. If you only try to learn from past mistakes positively to set a good example forward-looking. And if you only will admit to being an artist and a jack of all trades to work with creativity in everything you do.

Today´s blog pictures present my latest 5D diamond image and my wise old dog, Kvik, in his new donut basket.

After writing this post, I will need a break, however. From the world outside, from everything and nothing simultaneously.

When I experience clutter and minor irregularities in my mind, I try to grab them at the slightest symptom; restlessness and irritation.

When I need to release my feelings and frustrations over my current low stamina, I listen to music and write myself free again.

And when I feel free, I allow myself a more extended break to readjust to reality.

With twelve words left to write, I can only say; it helped.

Welcome and blessed be to new followers. Please feel free to comment, suggest, and be present here. I hope you will feel comfortable at home here. I intend to create a cozy atmosphere of joy, hope, and kindness.

May your week be blessed with life-long love, forever-lasting friendships, and positive vibes overall, dear readers and followers.

May the people of Mother Earth behave and treat her and us all with respect, dignity, and empathy.

And may my energy be renewed fast and as soon as possible, as I need to be much more structured in how I work creatively.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Busy living life as were every day my last

This is the story of my current life: I get up early in the mornings to see someone seriously ill and three times a week to do my fitness program. Then, after morning coffee, it is time to do some of the many chores that come with living in a big old house. Frequently, already at this time, I will have received calls from our dear friends, asking either for my company on a fun trip or for help doing something for a common friend.

Afternoons are not always so busy, as it is here that we recuperate and rest for a couple of hours. However, sometimes we help each other with a project or share a couple of glasses of wine to solve the world situation.

Then comes the long evenings, where I get even more creative than during the day. At this time of day, I work on some of my many creative projects or plan my next move in my writing adventure or a brand new witchcraft ritual.

Yesterday, we celebrated the Sabbath of Samhain a little earlier than usual. I knew I would be too busy today going to the bank for money and shopping for groceries. And tomorrow, it would have been too stressful, as I need to go vote for the election to the Danish Folketing, our parliament, receive a visit from both my counselor and my hairdresser, and prepare myself for my work at the social house.

The pictures show my main altar, ancestor altar, and Tarot cards. It was a long ritual with many readings and prayers for the New Year ahead of us. It was beautiful and meaningful, however. I have kept the altars for my counselor to see, as she is interested in spiritual paths too.

Yesterday, I also decided to do something new this new year. From now on, I will write and publish on Mondays. The first day of the week, well, as life goes on here at my spot on Mother Earth, anything can happen here.

Besides, I need at least one day a week where I don´t have to be somewhere, with somebody, doing something.

Busy living life as were every day my last, a whole day off, only doing creative stuff, will serve me well mentally. I need to be extremely careful in working hard on my mental stamina, as bipolar disorder, anxiety, and ADHD are all challenging and demanding to learn to live well with.

This last week, my husband and I have worked hard to improve our health after the Coronavirus targeted my husband and I got swept off my feet by nasty stomach flu. It is no fun whatsoever, and I´m happy to announce that we are safe and healthy again.

Tomorrow, it is election time. And I have never before been so much in doubt who or what party to vote for. I no longer trust politicians, as they speak way too slyly for my taste. Still, the action behind the fancy words is seldom helpful to anybody but themselves. I wouldn´t buy a used car from any of them, so my vote goes to either the party closest to my beliefs or becomes a blank vote.

I asked the 14 party leaders what they would do to help the weak and vulnerable people of our society, but only two of them replied. The answers were, of course, carefully freed from binding promises.

I´m not impressed at all.

I see the direct results of decades of downright rotten politics when I go to the social houses in my county. Deeply hurt and needy people whose lives are in the hands of a harsh system where people only seldom smile.

Because they are reduced to a number in the bean-counting atmosphere of office people with little or no life experiences outside their own turf.

Or left to take care of their lives alone, as no one seems to care whether they have a meaningful existence or not.

We aren´t making things any better by adding more laws, more cold calculations, and more airy talk about what we should be doing instead of actually making a positive difference for as many people as possible.

But today, there is no politics on the menu. I simply can´t listen to any more talking; I need to see some action.

And that action is to write this post today and to work determined on my current 5D diamond image, the four seasons in the form of a small house carefully decorated with each season´s characteristics. I will show it to you as soon as it is finished.

My husband is out in his beloved garden, celebrating Halloween with a beautiful bonfire. I prefer to stay inside the house, as my arthritis is having a party tormenting my lower back and every fiber in my body.

So, I sit here in our living home, which has become a cozy den. We have put up plaster walls and added long thick curtains so that it is possible to save at least a little sum of money on the heating bill. We

also try to use less electricity, as the bills only go one way, which is up.

Yes, we live in hectic times with inflation rising everywhere on almost everything.

But here at my sacred place, life is busy as usual. So we try to spend less, use what we already have before buying something new, and seek happiness in whatever we do together.

Thirty words left to greet new readers and followers; welcome and blessed be. May our journey together be fun and mindful, filled with trust.

May your week be filled with joy and loving bliss, dear readers and followers. May the world soon come to its senses instead of fighting for the wrong causes. And may my current life continue to be so busy, wonderful, and happy.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

In sickness and in health

This week has been a road trip through hell and back. Beginning Wednesday last week, my husband went down with Covid-19. I kept testing negative but had to stay in bed on Saturday, too.

Then, my personal hell trip caused by nasty stomach flu took the best of me, so I was utterly unable to write anything meaningful on Sunday.

But here we stand together, in sickness and in health, and at least I managed to get my fourth vaccination against Covid-19 before I got sick.

Now, a week later, we are beginning to feel somewhat better; however, none of us precisely think that this was it for this round. My husband still feels weak and extremely tired, and I have to do anything in slow motion to not feel exhausted.

Friday this week, I went with a couple of close friends to the local market, and yesterday, we celebrated the birthdays of some other friends. We went home earlier than expected; however, this week’s health issues have taken their toll on my husband and me.

All my many plans about tidying up my creative dens, well, they went down the drain this week. The only thing I managed to do during the week was to remain reasonably sane while sickness ruled this house.

The upcoming ladies’ luncheon on Thursday next week demands that I get the tidying done, at the latest, on Wednesday. So, three whole days to get the job done seems like a lot of time, but it isn’t in the aftermath of nasty sickness.

The only thing to do is begin tomorrow, right after my fitness class. I will create a cozy and warm atmosphere in my creative den and work my way through the most manageable parts, to begin with.

Then, I will consider if it would be best to break down the job into several tasks Tuesday and Wednesday.

I know it is fun and relatively quick to do, but I’m overwhelmed by it today. Today, therefore, I have dedicated the whole day between writing this post and working intensely with my new 5D diamond picture, a little cabin throughout the four seasons. The point is to turn the image, depending on which season you are in at the moment.

In sickness and health, my husband stood up for me and took great care in addressing my needs, however sick he has been. During this week, we both needed to sleep more than usual, yet he has still managed to clean the house, wash clothes, and buy necessary groceries.

I’m very thankful to him, as I’m not good at being sick. I hate it, I feel miserable, and I almost can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel when sickness strikes me.

Now, I’m feeling quite alright again, but drained and slow in my movements. Therefore, I will wrap this up by wishing you a great week, dear readers and followers. See you again next Sunday evening.

The veil is thinning …

It is far into Fall; the leaves are leaving the trees, and the icy cold mornings have been replaced by even cooler days and nights.

The veil is thinning; I feel my Ancestors close by, and my mood is back at the best possible position for me.

However, as we truly live in dangerous, erratic, and expensive times, we also feel cooler mental winds around us and our loved ones.

It is as if we were the target of everything and nothing simultaneously from the world outside and in.

But here, like living on an isolated island, we stand as strong as ever; here, we fight every inch back, and here we live as were today the very last for us on Mother Earth.

The week has been hectic, demanding, and thrilling. We have election day on November 1, 2022, for our national parliament.

Yesterday, I wrote the 14 party leaders a letter with three questions:

Dear politician.

On the occasion of the upcoming election to Folketinget, I would like, as a citizen and elector, to ask you three questions about the marginalized and weakest citizens of our society.

My decision on who to vote for will, among other things, depend on your answer. I work as a volunteer at a social house, and my field of expertise is the fantastic people you are lucky to meet there.

  1. Please explain your view of humanity that defines your policies regarding the marginalized and weakest citizens of our society?
  2. To clarify, please tell me what considerable positive difference your policies will make for these people in their everyday?
  3. And please, for once, find the money in other places than core welfare to pay for treating people decently because this is about people we simply cannot treat like they are treated now?

Besides, I wish you a good campaign.

At least, I have tried to change things, if only in writing; however, anything is better than doing nothing.

The world leaders are either star crazy or couldn´t seem to care less about what really matters in life, as the world has become now.

It is sometimes difficult to grasp that we humans still haven´t learned our painful lessons from history and past experiences.

Now is such a moment, and I seek deliberately to enjoy each split second of this strange yet so well-known roller coaster ride of my life.

I get happy every icy cold morning, strive to do my best in everything, and see challenges as chances to keep doing that.

A positive outlook on life´s ups and downs, re-direction of my attention from bad news to creative pursuits, and loads of complex physical, mental, and spiritual work, that´s me.

I, too, feel down from time to time. But I keep smiling, even in tears; I laugh and cry at will and whenever Nature makes me.

The veil is thinning, and I´m already in the planning mood for my upcoming Samhain Sabbath on October 31.

Tomorrow, a good friend and I will sew the Winter curtains for the living room, the office, and the library.

But, today, my thoughts go to marginalized and weak people of this world. May the goddesses and gods of the Universe bless you with happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness.

I see the direct result of decades of downright rotten politics. But, unfortunately, it happens daily in my country, Denmark. For that, I´m ashamed, deeply enraged, and sorrowful.

It is under no circumstances whatsoever fair to treat people like that!

No, here we treat other people like we want to be treated. Here, we face responsibility and dependability with humbleness and deep respect. And here, we share a unique bond of love, friendship, and profoundly rooted trust.

Today, my Christmas present for my eighty-four-year-old father, a pair of quality slippers for the cold Winter ahead, arrived. For his birthday in January 2023, I will buy him some delicious sweets the next time I go to the border shops between Denmark and Germany with two close friends.

Today, I learned some life-changing news. I listen to loud music and play it like were the Devil himself chasing me out of Hell.

Yet, today, everything is as it should be with us. My husband is in his beloved garden, creating magickal spaces everywhere. The little wise, old dog sleeps on a thick and soft blanket, and two of the philosophical cats enjoy their outdoor den; the last is upstairs, in a box on a soft towel.

I sit in my bathrobe and cozy slippers, wearing soft, loose clothing. There is chai tea in my cup, everything I need is nearby, and I feel privileged.

Thank you, dear Universe, for that; I´m grateful.

The veil is thinning, and next week is as busy as ever this year. Yet, at the same time, I still have these special moments where I allow my constantly racing thoughts to be free and just hum around.

Today is such a moment, and it feels good to be back in the saddle, pain-free in my lower back, and ready to relax after this blog post.

With 71 words left to leave a good imprint of who is behind the Northern Witch, I´m proud to be writing for you, dear readers and followers. Writing here every Sunday morning or afternoon has become fun and mentally enriching.

The remainder of the day is a complex mix of tidying up my creative dens for tomorrow´s curtain and sewing adventure.

In between that, well, here, my plan is to recuperate.

The veil is thinning …

May your week be filled with happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness, dear readers and followers.

May the world heal its human wounds sooner rather than later.

And may my current manic mood stay with me for a long time.

As we all will it, let´s meet online for a silent prayer for world peace.

So mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

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.