Happens, when you are busy living your simple, yet complicated life, and then, out of nowhere, the world and people happen. The Coronavirus is bad enough. But I dread all the bullshit it its wake.
No need to inform you, dear readers and followers, just write mink scandal, and you can see and read your own conclusions. I only know that I´m happy that my life is as simple as possible.
No need to mention all the bullshit that seems to happen, when you are happy living your life. It is the world outside, not my daily world, oh yes it is, and I´m not amused as the late Queen Victoria would have said.
And no need to worry more than I already do, so this week I have been practicing several diversion techniques to better cope with the fact that the world is star crazy, and this year people are crazy in particular.
Necessary diversion is a list of strategies to use, when everything feels wrong, too fast, and scary. I´m into creative projects, but everything you love to do can be used as a way to a break from the world.
And this year has taught me many things, one of which is that I have to have some sort of protection against the overwhelming feeling of living in a horror movie, only the horror is extremely real these days.
My protection is also about my witchcraft practice, so in my next ritual that I´ll create this weekend, there will be attention to protection in general, house protection and personal protection.
I can wear jewelry, I can draw sigils, and I can create jars, potions, and spell bottles. The only issue is to choose the strongest possible mix of those things.
So my new creative projects are to create protection items than can be cleansed and consecrated in a ritual next week. It is Full Moon on Monday, so everything speaks for a ritual here.
At the moment, I´m re-writing old notes from my travel diaries. It is a fun and emotional journey to follow close. I also have a painting with water colors to continue with, a drawing to finish, and a colored pencil project.
Every time I feel too emotionally involved in the news stream, the press conferences, and the rising numbers, I go to one of my diversion projects and spend at least half an hour to calm down and to think positive again.
I have the time to do so because I´m early retired, but the technique is useful, whether you work or not. This way, I at the same time conquer both my anxiety and my bipolar disorder.
I had a good and life-affirming meeting with my new counselor yesterday. We talked about my life, the situation in the world, and useful ideas to learn to cope with a new normal.
Necessary diversion also happens when I´m busy doing something I love. If I do not control my time, I will forget it and keep on working with my project, until it is done.
When I concentrate, I do it like a pro. When I write that I soon will embark on my journey of research for my novel, I mean thorough research.
Things need to be closely examined, before I even consider using something for my novel. I´m a consequent boss for if something doesn´t sound natural, then I would rather rewrite than publish too soon.
This week has been busy. My husband has cleaned our kitchen and tidied his cabinet in our living room. In stages, of course, we are not 18 and 22 anymore.
But nevertheless, next Summer we can celebrate that we will be one hundred years old together, meaning my husband will be forty-eight and I will be fifty-two years old.
February 14th 2021, that date we will have known each other for twelve and a half years. It is a long time, but I would go all the way all over again, for my husband is the true love of my life, and vice versa.
By writing these lines, I just conquered a masked anxiety attack. I sensed the symptoms long before, it evolved, so I´m okay, thank you. It always happens, when you are busy doing something you love, like writing this.
Back on track again, this week has been pretty productive here, and we are close to the goal of overhauling the house and the garden to be presentable on pictures.
The little wise, old dog has also had a great week. He had his teeth fixed lately, and he doesn´t respond too well to anesthetics, so he has been poorly for a while, but he is okay again, thank you, dear Universe.
The whole week, I have listened to old school rock, beautiful ballads, and Danish music. I use music as an instant diversion, whenever I feel symptoms of anxiety. It calms me immediately.
Necessary diversion is also a positive way to control your response to what happens in the world of 2020. Therefore, I use my techniques as often as possible, and it helps so much.
I have laughed a lot more this week, been able to make my little extra daily effort, and had a great week almost without any signs of my different physical ailments and mental disorders.
The vaccines are coming, it is said. That´s great news, but I´m more interested in the practical implications for our little paradise here at my spot on Mother Earth.
So, we´ll wait as everybody else. And no more Corona in this blog post, thank you. I wish you a pleasant weekend, dear followers and readers. Please stay safe, please be careful, please be good to yourself.
So it is.
The pictures today are from my thanksgiving and gratitude ritual on Wednesday this week. The ritual itself lasted perhaps forty-five minutes. But the main conversation took a couple of hours.
It was true magick, because the atmosphere was calming, yet encouraging. There were lit candles and LED tea candles everywhere, I used sage as incense, and my close friend and I shared gratitude.
It felt so appropriate to share my ritual, talk about how much we should be grateful for, and create a feeling of happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness.
When I finished tidying up after the ritual, I needed a big nap on the couch. I decided to wait for the writing part until today. Because true magick needs time to settle down in body, mind, and soul.
Yesterday, I met with my new counselor. We went for a long walk while we talked about my anxiety and my bipolar disorder. We will walk next Thursday again, because right now it is the best way to meet.
I will not have home visits until the numbers drop again. Right now, they are way too high for my comfort zone, and we stay as close to our home as possible.
She described a method to align expectations with my loved ones. Therefore, my husband and I have decided to talk daily at around eleven A.M.
Today, we talked for about ten minutes, but we agreed that the time span can be longer, depending on my mood on the day and how my husband feels about it.
That way, we will catch personal issues long before they evolve into trouble. And I know that I have time every day to talk if it feels necessary.
It has been a long week with my bronchitis and my husband´s sore throat. But things are positive here, nevertheless. I speak with my father three times a week now, and it feels good.
We don´t know if it will be safe for him to travel at Christmas, so we plan a holiday for my husband and me only. I want him to visit, of course, but I think he needs to stay safe, so I pray that it may be so.
True magick is what we create ourselves and together. And my ritual this week has worked its special magick. I sleep much better, my ailments grant me freedom, and I have expressed my need to talk.
May I last, but not least, introduce you to my friend, Michelle, the artist behind the drawing of the goddess Hekate in the second picture. She is skilled, meticulous, and very talented as an artist.
May your weekend be pleasant, dear readers and followers. Thank you for your choice to follow my journey as a writing witch. I will do my best every time to respond to such a trust.
So mote it be.
To Goddess Hekate
Queen of the Witches, the crossroads, and the Night,
Please, hear my words of gratitude,
Carried to You by the smoke
From this letter.
I count my blessings :
- The freedom of being able to live in perfect trust and perfect harmony
- Living with the love of my life, my dog, my cats, my family, and my friends
- The wonderful life here at this beautiful and creative place
- My creative, mental, and psychic abilities
- My good health, my possibilities, and my many memories in life
Without which I would not know my strengths.
I count my challenges :
- My past experiences that teach me how to learn my life´s lessons
- Transforming negative past experiences into positive future physical, mental, and spiritual events
- My anxiety, bipolar disorder, and physical ailments that teach me how to face my fears and fight
- The way people in my life act outside my control in times of trouble
- Unforeseen events outside my control, especially in times of trouble
Without which I would not know my weaknesses.
To Goddess Hekate,
Queen of the Witches, the crossroads, and the Night,
I thank You for the blessings and challenges in my life.
For all that I am grateful.
This is my letter of gratitude that I will use in my upcoming thanksgiving ritual next week. I will, of course, again walk you through my ritual by creating an atmosphere as if you are here with me.
It is a first-take letter that I wrote this Summer. I will burn it during my ritual for the Goddess Hekate with whom I feel a special bond as a witch and a becoming Crone.
It feels right to pick up that letter now. Many things have taken place these last couple of months, and I believe that it is time to create a beautiful thanksgiving ritual.
It is also an attempt of direct diversion from all the bad news that are haunting the world right now. I need to think of something better, and there a witchcraft ritual feels so appropriate.
To me, a letter of gratitude is appropriate, too. Especially, because I live a privileged life where the world outside my house and my garden are kept at bay to help me stay as sane as possible.
I wanted to share it with you, dear readers and followers. It is my hope that it will inspire, bring joy, and make room for positive reflections about life in general and this difficult era in particular.
There need to be positive moments a lot more these days than we are aware of as human beings. Let us send an online prayer to the Universe and join each other in creating a better world together.
It all begins with yourself and the attitude with which you meet both blessings and challenges. The attitude can be controlled, life will happen no matter what.
But we can take the first step by acknowledging that change begins with each of us. Before we take action and think with a positive outlook, nothing will be achieved.
I embrace change now and try to live in the present moment only. For the past is a constant, and nobody can promise a future. It is therefore up to ourselves to adapt to change and to change attitude.
May your evening be pleasant and comfortable, dear readers and followers. A letter of gratitude does not harm anybody or anything. It is, in fact, a fine way to do shadow work with a positive twist.
So it is.
My primary goal this 2020 is to remain as sane as possible. To do that demands lots of energy, determination and a long daily recess. And I´m slowly, but surely getting closer to that goal.
I take a look on the news stream to my morning coffee. I sigh, turn to my recess time and live my life. Because I can´t change anything but my own reaction to what I hear and see.
This week has been long, crazy, and tough. I had a good conversation with my new counselor with whom I will meet next Thursday. But it is no ordinary meeting between people in a private home.
No, due to the Corona precautions, we are to walk for half an hour outside, wearing face masks. But I need the help and the psychoeducation, so I agreed on doing it.
My daily recess time depends on my mood and how many chores there are to do. So some days I have longer time to do what I love the most to do.
The whole week, I have fought a nasty cold and bronchitis. I was tested for the Coronavirus before I could see a doctor. Thank you, dear Universe, I was negative.
But nevertheless, I have finished four canvases, illustrating the four elements, the four seasons, and the four directions. All symbolized in a tree in different colors.
I used a lot of glue and glitter, and for tonight I plan to create an abstract image on a canvas, with glue, glitter and artist tape. It is my reward for making it through this day that brought yet another press conference.
A daily recess is necessary for me because of my many different mental disorders and physical ailments. That became a good idea this week due to the many bad and shocking news in my country.
At the moment, 15-17 million mink are being euthanized around my country. We have mink farms close by, so we are as precautious as possible.
The worst part is that there has been incidents where the culling went wrong, where dead mink were dropped on the roads by mistake, and our government did not have the law behind them.
It is becoming a major political scandal in our country, although it is too risky for the public health to keep on producing mink. I agree that the risk is too big, but at least they can treat the animals correctly.
So, there have been extremely disgusting pictures and videos in the news. Especially those showing some of the mink mass graves was tough to watch.
Therefore, my daily recess time has gone up to whole days. I need to recover from a hard week. Today, I write and work with my creative spirit.
For the weekend I have absolutely no plans. Except from meditation time in my witch´s den with my Book of Shadows, my Spellbook, and lit candles.
I want to make a ritual of gratitude for next week. Where only positive matters are allowed. Where there is room for inner peace and happiness. And where beauty and calmness is the main priority.
Tonight, there is singalong night again in Denmark. I will watch it, and then I will go to my creative den and listen to even more music. Loud. Strong. Happy.
Diversion techniques are essential to my mental well-being, and I try to use every strategy available to keep on feeling well. I´m still in the high end of the scale, but I have discovered that I have rapid cycling.
Which means that I can be in both sides simultaneously. I can feel it, and some days it is so disturbing that I take the whole day out of the calendar and sleep instead.
I will discuss it more next week with my counselor, who I have asked to help me understand the implications of rapid cycling. The more I know, the more I can do to work with it in my everyday.
But today, I´m enjoying my daily recess in my creative den. It is warm and cozy here, I have everything I need close by, and there is a room full of peace.
May you also enjoy moments of inner peace, wherever you are, dear readers and followers. And let us light a healing candle of hope for the world tonight. So it is.
Yesterday, I had a mental fog, I slept most of the day, and the tears came forth like a tsunami, due to stress from the many press conferences, the news, and the world outside.
Therefore, writing would not have been the wisest tool to turn to. Witchcraft was impossible because I´m fighting coughs and sneezes and don´t practice magick when I don´t feel good.
Today, the tears come in more tolerable amounts, and writing seems to be my only refuge. Witchcraft I save for tomorrow, where I will meditate over a cup of chai tea and say a silent prayer to the Universe.
Today, I waited for the right time to begin writing, when yet another press conference was announced with short notice. We watched the necessary stuff and let the medias deal with the rising number of questions.
I took a couple of deep breaths, made my creative den warm and comfortable, and began thinking of why writing and witchcraft can help in times of trouble.
Writing is calming, mentally challenging, and fun. Witchcraft is soothing, spiritually enriching, and fun. Concepts that I search for during this damned pandemic with crazy stuff in its wake.
I need to divert myself a lot this year, because I don´t trust the human factor, and certainly not, when the shit hits the fan as much as it has been doing lately.
Going out is extremely stressful for me, and this crappy year only worsens my anxiety when among many people. I use almost every resource in me to come through a shopping trip outside my little peaceful town.
So I´m trying to protect myself from too much stress generated from the world outside. Therefore, I´m looking into the possibility of being tested in my home rather than standing in a long queue with cough and sneezes.
Writing helps me to think twice, to relax, and to breathe calmly. I can use this window to the world without having to actually go out there. For that I´m grateful.
Writing gives me the possibility to express my emotions and my thoughts, often more clearly than when I speak. Throughout my life, writing has been and is a loyal companion to trust, especially in times of trouble.
And writing refines my language, whether it is in American English or my native Danish. So, I love writing for its liberating momentum of the dance with the fingers.
Witchcraft helps me to find a spiritual reference point in the midst of chaos, to work at my own pace, and to focus my thoughts. I´m in my fifth year as a witch, and I´m grateful that I have chosen this path.
Witchcraft gives me the possibility to express myself creatively and to practice effective shadow work. For more than four years now, it has changed me for the better permanently.
And witchcraft refines my thoughts and emotions to a degree, where I find deep inner peace, serenity, and long-lasting emotional balance. So, I love witchcraft for its life-affirming feeling of happiness.
We just learned that Mr. Joe Biden will be the next president of the U.S.A. And Mrs. Kamala Harris will be the first female vice president. Congratulations, America.
The first good and positive news for a very long time.
This is also help in times of trouble, and tonight, I´m proud to be a quarter American (my grand mother was born in the U.S.A, in Akron, Ohio).
It feels like true magick. And it is so liberating to write: Yes, yes, yes!
A light of hope is now lit. May it bring us all peace of mind, at least for a little while, before it is back to the “new normal” that was left in the ashes of my Samhain ritual.
So Mote It Be.
Yesterday afternoon, our prime minister told us that all mink on Danish farms are to be euthanized ASAP. Mutations of the Coronavirus has been found in mink, and 12people are affected already.
It has serious consequences, if the authorities do not respond to this. So, it is truly a sad day for Denmark. Until yesterday, we were the number one in the world regarding the production of mink fur.
My parents had a mink farm when I was a kid, so I know the drill, it is hard work. My thoughts today go to the brave people who are to do this. It is no fun at all, it is devastating for a whole trade.
But it would be so much more worse not to respond before it was too late. We are so lucky if this is stopped in due time. The consequences could affect this planet, and we must do all we can to take proper action.
It is estimated that this will cost the Danish state a huge sum of money. There are all the practical and logistical precautions, there are jobs to re-create, and there are families, generations to help.
So, I´m sad today. Because this also implies more restrictions that can be used wherever the authorities find it necessary. Therefore, I need to follow the news stream a lot more these days.
And it takes it toll on us all. I need to rant a bit today, I need to cry, and I need to divert my mind from this damned Coronavirus. Writing about it helps immediately, and there are both chores and creative projects.
We truly live in dangerous times, and at the same time, there is the American Presidential Election to follow close. I sincerely hope that Mr. Joe Biden wins, for four more years with Mr. Trump is scary.
To be able to breathe and fight my anxiety today, I think deliberately of the most positive things I can think of. My privileged life here, my family, my friends.
And I do the things I love to do at home. My husband went shopping this morning, so now there are four days before it is my turn to go. I did it the day before yesterday, but today I stay home.
I have an irritating cough, running nose, but luckily no fever. The kids next door will be tested for Coronavirus Saturday, and until we know any further, we take our strict precautions.
If the kids are positive, we will go for a test, too. We will do it anyway soon, because it is only appropriate to do so now. I´m sorry to have to write about such sad news, dear readers and followers.
But I feel I have an obligation to write, especially today of all days. For this is serious news. Worldwide, Denmark got its fifteen minutes of fame, yesterday afternoon was an eye-opener of dimensions.
The threat is simply too big a chance to take. With mutating potential and documented incidents already, we need to move fast. Also faster than we are used to here in Denmark.
Our county borders two counties with this threat only a few miles away from my spot on Mother Earth. We have mink farms close by, so we could potentially be under a severe lockdown too.
We shop as little as possible in physical shops effected immediately. We have a big retail chain, Bilka, with a To-Go concept, where you order from home, and they pack your goods and place them in your car.
We will try this for the next payday on November 30. However, I have absolutely no need to go shopping physically, if it is possible to buy online. And to stay home now feels like a sanctuary from a world in chaos.
A sad day for Denmark indeed, I will return tomorrow with a brighter post about how witchcraft and writing can help in times of trouble. Please be careful out there, people of the world.
Yesterday, I celebrated Samhain with my husband. In this blog post, you will find my photos of the event, so you can imagine the atmosphere that I try to bring forth, both here and with you.
I began several days before to plan my ritual. I always use a homemade worksheet because I personally can´t remember everything without notes and a certain structure around the ritual.
Right before the ritual, I enjoyed a hot and long ritual bath, where I used a mix of sage leaves, lemon oil, and Himalaya rock salt, which has a refreshing aroma.
I evoked the elemental forces of Air, Fire, Water, Earth, and Spirit/Akasha, and I summoned my ancestors and my favorite Crone goddess, Hecate, the Queen of Witches.
Then I read a couple of beautiful and serious poems before taking a look into our New Year Wishing Box that I made in my second year as a witch. There were new changes to add, as life has been crazy lately.
We also shared a renewal spell for the new year and a wishing spell. Even my Tarot cards looked upon me with favor. I have been through a rough ride, and now it is time to harvest my hard shadow work results.
I used as many crystals and essential oils as possible because their presence assured me that things will turn out for the better in due time. I wore my best witch dress and my red cloak, too.
And yes, we used Halloween decorations, although we were celebrating the old ways rather than the modern edition. Sage was a pleasant and calming incense.
I have added two more daily altars to my collection. Now, I have five altars, where only one is permanent, the cabinet in my witch´s den. It would work well as an old curiosity shop.
I love second-hand shops and to use what I already have in new combinations. So I make a few changes in my witch´s den from time to time, which I hope you will like.
If it makes you feel at home, safe, and comfortable, my aim is reached. For cakes and ale, we only had chocolate and soft drinks. Perhaps next year, I will prepare a whole meal and share the recipe with you.
Today, I tidied the room, put the good stuff back in place, and rested for several hours in the afternoon. Tonight, I think of you, dear readers and followers. Please take extra good care of yourself wherever you are.
Today, I celebrate my New year as a witch. Tomorrow, my first task on the first day of my fifth year with witchcraft, is to write about the beautiful ritual that my husband and I shared this afternoon.
I have good pictures, too. But for now, my writing concerns the new response system for Covid-19. There are five steps. We are at step 3, where step 4 and five happen when the shit hits the fan.
It is meant to be used once a week to be able to respond quickly to the rapid changes with this damned Coronavirus. Pardon my French and bear over with me, I ask the Universe to end this strange year soon.
My anxiety rests calmly in its corner, my bipolar disorder allows me to use my extra energy wisely, and my other ailments cooperate as well. And, speaking frankly, I need to divert myself even on a perfect day.
So, this post is my interpretation of Samhain. Samhain is like New Year´s Eve to me. At this time of year, I renew my pledge to be a witch, I let go of what no longer serves me, and I celebrate the completion of the year.
Everything is different outside my home and my witch´s den. Samhain is also known as the third harvest, where sacrifices are made to ensure good harvest next year.
My sacrifice is my bottles of collected rain water from 2020. Mother Earth shakes us humans, perhaps to remind us that we are not alone to decide the future on this blue planet. I will sacrifice Sunday morning.
Samhain is a time to remember our ancestors who went before us in life. Their day is today. Therefore, remembrance and memories are in our thoughts this weekend.
I will write part two about the ritual itself tomorrow. To be honest, I´m too tired mentally today to write more than a few lines. I also choose a longer nap after the ritual today.
And, I have a creative date with my dear friend right after this. We will work with a sewing machine, drawings, and glue and glitter. We will talk about what matters the most. And we will laugh and cry together.
The perfect way to relax after a rather demanding ritual with plenty of positive energy and careful preparations. All the good stuff were on my three altars, and lit candles made it cozy and pleasant to be present.
So, may you enjoy a happy Halloween, dear readers and followers. And may the world be freed from the threat of the Coronavirus and all the bullshit in its wake.
So it is. Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.
The rain filled the day with a feeling of way too many people shopping. The face mask felt heavy and too dense against especially my nose, and it took its toll on us to go shopping today.
But we got most of what we needed, we enjoyed the company of dear friends, and the weather quickened our trip. We went to two stores only, that was more than enough to me, thank you.
A ray of hope on a gray day is the prospect of hours with creative pursuits after yet another positive meeting over a cup of fresh coffee. With happy kids, one of which already touches the future teenager aspect.
With a positive, helpful, and interesting conversation between adults who truly enjoy each other´s company. And with about an hour of creative freestyle writing.
Tomorrow, it is time for Samhain, my kind of New Year as a witch. Also known as Halloween, All Hallow´s Eve, and the third harvest Sabbath. In 2020, it is also Blue Moon and Full Moon.
So there is plenty of positive energy around to use in the ritual that I prepared Wednesday and yesterday. Space for the usual stage fright from anticipations. And a pleasant feeling of trustworthy intuition.
Another ray of hope on a gray day is my level of productivity this week. I know that I´m in the high side of my bipolar disorder, and much of my creative drive and energy stems from that.
But this time, I can manage to do the little extra every day, and now I´m downstairs in my home, where we will continue our overhaul of a house and a garden with personality and character.
I did not plan this blog post. It came alive with the arrival of my creative muse. She rests on my shoulders, sparkling with new ideas and thoughts, and so demanding.
What I plan, however, is a follow-up on my Samhain ritual tomorrow. I will try to guide you through my rite, so you feel that you were there. Therefore, expect pictures of beauty, inner peace, and happiness.
Last, but not least, a ray of hope is also the ability to conquer fear of going out into the outside world in times of serious trouble. Oh yeah, the numbers are rising in Denmark, too.
It has been a gray day, but we came through it without whining. Now, the evening is full of tingling anticipation for a couple of hours with the creative drive at full speed.
I had an hour to write this, to find an appropriate picture, and to read it aloud to listen to the music between the lines. Tonight, it is the old stuff that still catches my attention.
Because the writing process has its own sounds, depending on my moods on the day. Because I dance with the keyboard, when I sit for a creative writing session. And because you can feel it if I do my work properly.
So, this is it for today. I hope that you are well, happy, and content, dear readers and followers. May this Samhain be the opposite of this terrible year. So mote it be.
From today, we can only gather ten people at a time. From Thursday, we are to wear a face mask when we do our shopping and more or less everywhere when inside in public.
We can take it off when we sit down. And tomorrow, I will buy some for our necessary supply. It doesn´t appeal to me because I find it difficult to wear glasses when wearing a face mask.
But I do it without complaining because we are told to do it. I respect the authorities and do my part. Here, rubbing alcohol and frequent hand wash are a must.
New routines again mean that the world outside is closer than we like to think of. My appointment with my GP was peaceful and full of good news. Now, I need to go to the hospital tomorrow for my mammography.
I´m rewarding myself tomorrow afternoon by doing something I love to do. Yeah, to tidy and clean my little big house and get some high quality pictures to serve as memories when we are old and gray.
Tonight, I calming myself by writing her at my window to the world and by spending creative hours with my dear friend. I hate doctors and hospitals. My only worse fear is for dentists.
But I know I will go through it with strength and character. And tomorrow will also be as good a day as today. I may not control the circumstances, but I can control my response to them.
At this moment, it is fair to write that my bipolar disorder cooperates this Fall. Right now, it helps me to get through a long wanted and needed overhaul of our home.
It is also a bliss that my anxiety level remains low at this critical moment of the strangest Fall I have ever experienced. It is here, however, for I sense its presence in its corner where it hisses at me occasionally.
My next blog post will be published on Saturday 31, 2020, and not on Friday as usual. It happens due to my celebration of Samhain on Saturday. My plan is to write right after my New Year´s ritual as a witch.
It is the beginning of my fifth year as a practicing eclectic witch. I plan to write a lot more about witchcraft in 2021 and to practice more often than I have done this strange and unfamiliar year of 2020.
So, new routines again trigger my desire to stay at home as much as possible. And with more energy, I want to embrace more magick in my daily life as a writer and a witch.
Tonight, I´m simply celebrating that I managed to pull myself together and cleared and cleaned our bedroom, where I keep my many instruments. Three guitars, one bass, one keyboard, and one set of drums.
Tomorrow, I plan to do the same for the remains of the first floor. Then it will be time for my witch´s den that needs to be ready for Samhain on Saturday. And so on, until we are through this overhaul.
It is a major victory for me because I physically have less energy than I prefer. So everything takes more time for me. But it is okay, Self, to do things at your own pace.
At the same time, new routines again are a constant reminder that some things just need to be done. And I participate as much as my limited physical energy will allow me to.
So, despite the negativity in the outside world, we are coping quite well, thank you. But, of course, we feel the Coronavirus closing in on us, too. Therefore, I need to rant every once in a while.
But tonight, everything feels okay from my point of view. Tonight, I enjoy life and the accomplishment of a big goal. And tonight, I reward myself for the little extra that I´m doing these weeks in October 2020.
May your evening be full of happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness, dear readers and followers. And may these beautiful concepts be the new cool in our world. So Mote It Be.
Our prime minister was serious, indeed. New restrictions, new habits, and new thoughts. She was also touched in the heart because her voice was coarse, however, so, so seriously crystal clear.
It is happening now, in the present moment that I appreciate so much. Once again, the world outside my little window at my peaceful spot on Mother Earth has caught up with my best intentions.
Today, I realized that the Fall of 2020 is getting worse than the Spring of 2020. So, this time I need to banish any kind of negativity and what no longer serves me.
That I do tonight by drawing my interpretation of the Greek goddess Hekate, the Queen of Witches. And I´ll do it in the company of my dear friend and with a lit black candle.
We had a great friendship ritual yesterday. It lasted more than two hours, just because we had one of the conversations where you can go on without wanting to stop talking.
And after the ritual, we helped each other with her wardrobe and laundry. We also shared dinner, three tired children, and a couple of hours filled with creativity.
I know there is trouble ahead. Therefore, I immediately turned to write this blog post as an effective way to divert my thoughts from going racing and to remain as sane as possible.
Denmark is on the edge of closing down again. We will now get to know the face masks, the rubbing alcohol, and the news stream for real. And now people really need to listen and adapt.
The last couple of months has been about opening up. In the late Spring, I wrote that I thought it would be way too soon, and how devastating it is to be proven right.
What scares me the most is the incomprehensible amount of stupid people whose stupid actions we now all pay for. Was it worth it with the many parties and craziness then?
I´m thankful that my anxiety treatment is so well regulated by now. Because I truly feel with all people with an anxiety diagnosis tonight, no, may I correct myself, I feel with everybody in the world right now.
I feel like I´m in a living nightmare horror movie without any signs of an ending in the foreseeable future. It is no fun at all. On the contrary, it is sad, terrible, and tough to grasp.
So tonight, I´ll probably sigh a lot, divert myself repeatedly, and try to think of all the positive things about life in general. After yet another press conference in Denmark, it is so soothing to write here.
It immediately calms me down, it urges me to do my best each time, and it enables me to relax and think more than twice before writing down my thoughts.
To be brutally honest, this press conference was scary, solemn, and gloomy. So, I need to think about anything but the Coronavirus to enjoy what´s left of this Friday evening.
So, so different from the week until now. I began working on the top floor of our home, I got our clothes in order, and I planned my next move upstairs.
That´s my weekend what concerns plans in the nearest future. And then I will continue downstairs next week. To stay at home as much as possible is not stupid right now.
And we also plan to shop even less. Less is definitely more this crazy year of 2020. My appeal tonight is that people understand that it is crucial to listen to the authorities and do what it takes to get us through this.
We really live in dangerous times, and I simply can´t understand why so many people excel in responding with stupidity and disrespect when something serious goes on in society.
Here, we listen and are extremely cautious when outside in this so-called modern world, where it seems as anything goes, as long as you don´t get caught in action.
We just have to acknowledge that things are different for a reason. That we can´t keep on exploiting this planet and behaving so egoistical. And that we need to support each other by adapting to social distancing.
Yet another press conference in Denmark turned a beautiful day into a thoughtful night. But my anxiety disorder is under strict control, my bipolar disorder, too, and my medicine´s side effects are tolerable.
To make it merrier, the rain has begun again. And the worst part is that I need to see my doctor and go to the hospital for a yearly conversation and mammography next week.
I need to meditate about it during the weekend to avoid triggering my anxiety. And on top of that, I absolutely hate doctors and hospitals. It makes me ill at ease, stressed, and hypersensitive.
It doesn´t make it better with the Coronavirus on the loose out there. But I know I have to go, and I know that I will do it as long as it is secure enough for me.
But tonight, I turn to creativity, positive things, and being comfortable. May your weekend be blessed with good news, positive moments, and the feeling of freedom, dear readers and followers.
This week, it finally happened. I cleared and cleaned my creative work spaces. Now, it is time to grab the cell phone and get some good pictures that can become lasting memories.
Tomorrow, I will do the same in my dining room and library. Next week, I will work my way through the rooms upstairs, my witch´s den, and our living room.
After that, the kitchen, the utility room, and my husband´s den are up for a makeover too. A little extra every day is all what it takes to get things done.
And I have promised myself to do exactly that. Despite my many ailments, it is possible to find the necessary extra source of energy. It makes me happy and proud that I´m able to contribute and help again.
I admit frankly that I had two of the bad days during the week. I slept a lot, I tried to relax as much as possible, and I used writing to get in a higher mood and drawing to calm down again.
I accomplished something this week, and for the first time this year I have finally found my little extra energy. There is plenty of time to do what I love to do after I finish tidying my beloved home.
On Sunday, I will work with witchcraft again. It has been a while since I did that. But things have changed for the better here, and therefore I can relax enough to meditate, create beautiful rituals, and count my blessings.
Today, it is family time with good food, sweet children, and meaningful conversations. Our little rainbow clan has moved on by now. So it´s back to business, to living in the present moment, and to show happiness.
Inner peace is essential here, and therefore we stand together and fight whatever challenges life throws at us. Good health comes with less stress, anxiety, and trouble. Then kindness is more likely to occur.
A little extra every day helps when it feels difficult to accomplish anything. It is so mentally enriching to overcome procrastination, and it is way easier to create something beautiful and practical at the same time.
I have fresh coffee in my cup, there are lit candles and beautiful flowers on my creative desk, and the Sun shines from a clear October sky. It is a bit chilly, but nevertheless, the little wise, old dog will get his walk soon.
My anxiety moves a bit in its corner, my bipolar disorder tries to make me feel miserable, and my ADHD preaches procrastination. But I have something to keep them silent.
My counselor and I have discussed what to work with in the next couple of months. I have asked for professional advice regarding especially my bipolar disorder, which can be difficult to understand and respond to.
We will also work in depth with my anxiety and whatever comes along the way. The goal is for me to become a master of my everyday in a manner that corresponds with the needs of my loved ones.
Therefore, I have asked for professional advice to how I speak with them about my challenges for life. I need to learn when to choose to have a necessary conversation, when to keep silent, and when to just be me.
Today, my reward for the cleaning is to write this blog post. Tomorrow, it will be to go through six ring binders filled with creative ideas, drawings, and templates for many a creative project.
On Sunday, the recompense is a whole day full of witchcraft. I need to plan two very different rituals. The first one is between friends, and it has been postponed enough now.
The other is my Samhain ritual for October 31 2020. It is so important to me, because I had to cancel both my ritual for Lammas and Mabon due to private events that have taken up all my time until now.
So, next week, my dear friend and I will meet in my witch´s den to create magick together. And at Samhain, I will invite my sweet husband to a beautiful and mentally enhancing ritual.
A little extra every day makes it possible to unite the practical with the creative drive that I love so much to work with. I have already a picture in progress for my dear husbond to enjoy.
So, to get through it all, I will make a list to work from this Fall. I have many creative ideas which I want to work in depth with. Now, I also have the necessary extra energy to put action behind my words.
I also need to think through as to where this blog is headed next year. It will take me a couple of weeks to make monthly plans which I used in the beginning of this blog.
So, there are plenty of things to do this Fall. Now, I will take the liberty to relax and enjoy the remains of the day. May your weekend be merry, peaceful, and memorable, dear readers and followers.
Yesterday, I saved myself for an irritating extra buy. My laptop has been acting funny since Friday. And after many attempts where nothing happened at all, then suddenly, everything is back to normal.
I need to buy a cooler for my laptop, however. But it is still way cheaper than buying a brand new laptop. I absolutely hate when there is something wrong with technical details. I prefer it simple, thank you.
So, it is full throttle and fast forward, since miracles seem to happen. I need to write something worth reading, for things have changed here at my sacred spot on Mother Earth.
My dear friend has her home to herself and her three children by now. It has been a tough ride until this past weekend. Now, the peace and calm are back, and everything turns for the better.
Tonight, we will draw together again, enjoy a dessert, and talk about life in general and love in particular. The love of her life will live here soon, and life will be fun and enriching again.
The world is even more crazy than usual, but here I gladly turn the TV off and turn to more creative little projects. And from tomorrow, I will be busy tidying my home and making my photo album of memories.
I begin with my creative desk, the dining room, and my creative room. After that, it is time to clear out some old clothes and make it comfortable upstairs in the bedroom, the guest room, and the bathroom.
Later, probably first next week, it is time to refresh my witch´s den and my witch cabinets in the kitchen. And last, but not least, the rest of our home will get an overhaul too.
I feel a need to work full throttle for a week or two. The past summer has been tough on me, and I haven´t been able to pull myself together at all. Despite the fact that my mood is in the creative and fast side.
But now, the skies are blue once again, and the Sun shines in my mind. I´m so ready to get some work done, and I can again show my loved ones that I´m okay and happy with my life.
I have, in return, learned a couple of life lessons about my bipolar disorder. The most important is the constant need to control it and never use it as an excuse for doing nothing at all.
My medication and therapy are crucial to succeed, but my own hard work daily makes way for the good life possible with as much effort as necessary.
Full throttle also means to resume our wanted life here in our little rainbow clan. Therefore, I know that I´ll need to be extra careful with using my reborn energy.
Today, I curled up on the couch most of the day. My lower back is killing me with pain. And my stomach won´t allow any pain killers. But it is okay, Self, to take a day out of the equation now and then.
As long as you tomorrow try again, preferably with tenacity, persistence, and inner passion. And tomorrow will be my perfect day. If I believe in that, then magick is already working.
By the way, we believe in magick here. It is what happens when we work together toward a common goal about sacred peace. From chaos to happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness.
My ritual between friends is due this week. At the first opportunity, we will try to catch the chance and enjoy a magick conversation to lit candles, chai tea, and a releasing ceremony.
May your week be joyful, mentally enhancing, and rich in memorable moments, dear readers and followers. Hereby, I release what no longer serves me. So Mote It Be. And may the world relax for once.
Today began with a personal reminder about the importance of letting go of what no longer serves me. So I´ll include a major release element in my next ritual, this time between friends.
Instant Karma happens when you expect it the least. And Karma knows how to deal with toxic people and energy vampires. So there is absolutely no need for my personal participation in any negativity whatsoever.
It is only in my later years that I have come to realize that it ain´t worth the fight to play along with some people´s little mind games. To gaslighting there is only one answer.
And that is to take yet a few deep breaths, pull oneself together, and get the hell up and fight by making the everyday as calm and comfortable as possible.
It does most certainly not mean that I forget anything. But I forgive people for not knowing better. I´m happy that it ain´t my eyes that will stare back at me when I look in the mirror.
I know from the bottom of my heart that my eyes are strong and direct. I know that I can be proud to look myself in the mirror. And I know that my eyes will show the worst possible toward somebody, which is contempt.
I dislike it so much that I save for those occasions where there is nothing left to say. When there is only a short and silent, yes so silent, expression in my eyes.
Today, I choose to forgive rather than being the involuntary part of a mind game that is a sad story, when looked upon with human eyes. I choose never to forget that trust broke a piece in my heart today.
Instant Karma hurts. I know because I have been here long enough to understand quite a few life lessons by now. Every choice has a consequence.
Anger doesn´t suit me well, neither do I enhance any beauty by feeling hurt and sad. Therefore, I choose to be happy and content with my life. I´m releasing my thoughts with a lit black candle.
I need to focus all my positive energy, my iron will, and love for a friend today. So, this is a rant about the positive aspects to the concept of Karma. It is about picking the right fight to invest time, energy, and life time in.
I hereby choose to let go of the past, any kind of negativity, and what no longer serves me. So Mote It Be.
It is one of those days where the thought stream makes it necessary to divert myself into thinking about what I appreciate in my life. And again music plays an important role when I ask Karma for help.
I live in the present moment, I´m more than good enough, and Self, anxiety will not get the last word here anymore. I´m done with being afraid of becoming afraid.
Karma is much more suited to deal with negativity and people who take others for granted, who betrays your trust, and who loses your respect. I have neither time, nor interest in anything but moving on from them.
It is with a calm and reassuring feeling that I write this. I won a major victory by letting go. Today, I was reminded that anger and frustration won´t solve anything at all.
I´m not forgetting, however. When I close my door, it is a permanent decision that is not up for any attempt of discussion. I do it with a small sigh and a silent, so silent tear in my eye.
And then I turn back to the positive part of being me this very moment. I have a wonderful family and good friends. I live a privileged life even on a small budget. And I even have a window to the world to rant at.
Nonetheless, today also hurts like hell. It is okay, Self. I´m allowed to feel all the way from darkness to light. And I choose to bet on the lighter parts of life rather than following any negative path.
Old school music thundering in my ears, everything I need close by, and a lit candle. Instant Karma may have a ominous reputation, But it is an extremely effective way of moving on ASAP.
Today, I will focus on finishing a drawing that has been neglected long enough now. I have a letter to write in hand. And I have a life to live. Therefore, I´m releasing negativity and distracting thoughts.
It helps being able to write about it. It instantly calms me down, it raises my spirit, and it renews my mental energy. I´m able to focus my thoughts again, although I absolutely hate to fight.
But I will do it, be it necessary. Being a Cancer Crone, beware of the silence after the words. When I´m silent, I´m fed up with something or somebody.
I may seem overwhelmed, but believe me, I´m not. I´m angry as hell, sad, and, most of all, indifferent. I don´t punish, I exclude. I simply stop noticing the one that broke my trust.
My life is way too short to include the risk of allowing toxic people and energy vampires to play any part in it. And it is a direct and immediate consequence that I exclude such people from my life.
If the day should show up that they understood why, it will be so too late that it is a reminder for life. So I don´t play mind games with anybody, no matter how low they choose to sink.
I won´t spoil my wonderful day by spending more time and energy with negativity. So when the candle burns down, I take a deep breath, get up and continue my day as usual.
And so it is.
Today, I wish you could see what a beautiful October day it is here in the southern part of Denmark. The Sun shines so bright, there is a chill in the wind, and almost everything seems calm on the surface.
Between battles with the body, mind, and soul, this Sunday afternoon is silent, so silent. The body needs to relax and be comfortable. The mind needs to cool down. And the soul needs to be flying again.
I sit in my living room, with the chills of beautiful music, the little, wise dog right by my side, and a lit healing blue candle. Now, I change the music and turn to old school rock´n´roll.
Yet another battle call, well, there is only one way to deal with that. And that is to stand up, take a deep breath, and keep on fighting for the right to be free, self-confident, and mentally sane.
We live in a crazy era, in a crazy year, and with crazy people. Like the one who yesterday stabbed a passerby before he was shot to death by the police. In a small town.
Yes, welcome to the harsh reality of life. Shit happens anywhere, pardon my French. Therefore, I today stay at home as much as possible. The only reason for going out at all is the little wise, old dog.
He resides in a pile of pillows and blankets on the couch. My dear husband binge-watches a Danish thriller series. And the atmosphere is cozy, however alert.
Today, I´m pretty content with my treatment strategies. It is an unusually warm Fall, with so bright a light that it is necessary to shield your eyes. I can feel, see, hear, taste, smell, and touch life at its rough side.
The good news is that I have fought for the majority of my life. So I´m used to battle fatigue between battles. The bad news, however, I absolutely hate to battle.
But nevertheless, I do it boldly, confident, and out of necessity. And when everything is at high stake at once, I pull myself together, take yet another deep breath, get up, and keep working hard toward my goals.
Behind the scenes, it hurts like hell, it takes its full toll on me, and it haunts my soul. It is a different walk on Memory Road, and it challenges me both as a human being and as a writer.
The witchcraft ritual of the day is a blue healing candle. Consecrated and charged by a quiet prayer and a short meditation about the loved ones concerned.
My mind is thoughtful, alert, and awake. I need to rest and re-build my strength from so long ago. My soul needs to recover, to fly high again, and to regain inner peace.
Between battles, it is okay and acceptable to feel battle fatigue. But it is equally important to remain strong throughout every battle, and the best way to recover between battles is to plan the next move.
It is in times of unrest and personal battles that love, friendship, and ordinary decency must show their full potential and become a daily confirmation of a battle worth fighting.
Today, I battle between the old version of me and the better me. Two little devils to conquer and calm down. Today, my bipolar disorder may stay silent, but my ADHD most certainly does not.
And, to my dislike, my anxiety is on the move again. A small attack when walking the little wise, old dog, but it was soon calmed. I don´t need any forms of anxiety right now, thank you from warrior grandmother.
Between battles, it is reassuring to know that we here share a bond for life. We take good care of each other, we share everything for better or worse, and we value trust, respect, love, loyalty, and hope.
May your Sunday be blessed with happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness, dear readers and followers. And may the world behave for once. So it is.