The birds sing about the coming of Spring. The local creek flood the surrounding area, close to the local supermarket. My husband bends over a flower bed to the sound from the local radio station. The wise little, old dog sniffs in the air with his left front leg held elegant and interested.
In my window sill, there is a jar with sea salt and seven bay leaves. It calls to Nature, to Mother Earth. It is a consecrated and blessed jar. It is supposed to shorten the time before Spring is here. Sea salt for we have a plan about gathering our extended rainbow family and go to the ocean in Spring.
Today is beautiful. The dog got dirty feet from splashing through the more or less muddy ground close to our well-known walking path. Now, he sleeps next to my husband in our living room. Ten years in a couple of months.
Time flies, and we humans fly with it. This Winter has been different, windy, and wet. Icy, watery cold, or the first signs of Spring in the air. On the earth with way too early Spring flowers. The sun fights a fiery battle with the remains of Winter.
My bipolar disorder shows its teeth these days. I fight my inner battle with tenacity and determination. I am learning to cope with the fact that I must conquer myself every morning. Every day is precious and irreplaceable. At times, like today, it helps me write something worth reading.
I feel what I write. And when I write, I let my feelings follow my mood swings for a little while. It helps me recover from anxiety, and it grounds me. I also write what I feel. Today I feel content, happy, and convinced.
That my project about writing a psychological thriller soon gets very real. In just a few days, I will begin the most inventive step of the journey. Begin writing the first sentence. The first paragraph. And chapter one.
As a witch, I have created and worked with charm bags, charm bottles, and meditation. As a writer, I have prepared myself for almost five months. I know that I may have to return to the research and the many notes in my writer´s notebook, now both on paper and digital.
But now I don´t know how to wait for much longer. To release the horses for real, to let my fingers play with words to music, and to realize my life-long dream. A couple of days ago, I got my grammar app, my antivirus updated, and my notes are close to being rewritten.
The coming of Spring has always fascinated me. Those few days to remember. The feeling of Spring is fresh, chilling, and like coming home. I long for the possibility to sit outside in the garden and write parts of my novel.
It is time to begin new projects. My project this Spring is to use witchcraft as a source of inner calm and anxiety relief. The next Full Moon in early March is an appropriate moment for a little meditation and a ritual focusing on methods to preserve the inner peace that always comes thereof.
My novel project is already five months old. After countless hours of reading, tons of pens, paper, and notebooks, and a lot of writing and rewriting, it is fair to be proud and content with the work behind all this.
I am grateful for the support from my family and friends. They accept me using many hours behind the keyboard or bend over pen and paper without any complaints. They know how dedicated I am to this. And they understand that a passion is born.
I am now so prepared as I can be for this wild rollercoaster ride that´s about to take off. Until then, I collect as many loose ends as possible. I reread my notes and notebooks. I have transferred it all to my laptop and only need to connect my cell phone as well.
This weekend, however, is dedicated to creating something beautiful, just for the fun of doing it. I have all the necessary materials ready and only waiting for me to dig in. It is always sensible to take longer breaks away from the writing sessions.
Sometimes, things need to stir for a while. Sometimes, the writer needs to do something completely different. And sometimes, inspiration strikes in the middle of something else than writing. So although I´m doing DIY, there will always be pen and paper close by.
The weather has changed once again. The lurking cold is back with the icy wind and the seemingly never-ending rain. The three philosophical cats are back inside from their garden den and have been fed and pampered.
My husband now prepares dinner in the kitchen. Beside me lie the notes to rewrite later today. Behind me is a table on wheels where I keep my writing tools. And to the left, next to the table, is a bag with a witch´s ritual dress that needs a loving repair.
Yesterday, I spent a couple of hours in my creative den with the little wise, old dog and a cat or two. I love the atmosphere at all my work stations. They are clean, tidy, and organized. I have learned it through trial and error for too many years to want it any different.
Therefore, there is always writing gear all over the house. Since I prefer coziness at all times, I have carefully arranged it, so the feeling of being both comfortable and prepared is attainable. It means a lot to me due to my many mood swings.
The medicine keeps the swings to a tolerable minimum. My stubbornness and general positive outlook on life and its ups and downs do all the hard work, as it should be. If you are not prepared to work for your goals, you won´t get that far.
Have a blessed week, dear readers.
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