Day: March 22, 2020

A very dear friend has taught me how to cope with life. You must rest between breaks. You must recover from the rest. And you must evaluate.

To rest between breaks is a demanding task these days. My friend suffers devastating from sclerosis. He is the sweetest man, and his wife is warmhearted and kind.

They are always helpful, wonderfully direct, and present in a way that is extremely rare these years. They know me and my husband to a point where they are part of our extended rainbow family.

At the moment, as I´m writing this, it is the time of day where I withdraw to cry a bit and then write my heart out for the love of writing.

And I think of family and friends, especially those far away from here. I wish that I could give them a big, warming hug. I have only seen them a couple of times in recent years.

We live far apart because we needed to establish our own roots here for a whole life of reasons. A place to grow old, this funny big old house I live in. There used to be a restaurant, a bakery, and a kiosk. Across the street was the old cinema.

Tomorrow, I´ll be a busy witch. I need to plan two rituals, one for Ostara and one for healing to the world.

I rested yesterday. And I decided to have a daily crying time. Not that I cry that often, but during this pandemic, it´s okay and fair to cry, if only one get up as fast as possible and keep on trucking.

I took the liberty to have a whole day of breaks. I recovered with the celebration of another friend and family member who´s thirty years old today. And now I evaluate what to do today.

I´m sensitive to emotions with an anxiety disorder. So tears come easy, but I have learned to choose a time of day, my worrying fifteen minutes, where my anxiety is let loose.

Usually, I forget all about it during the day and am too tired at night. These weeks and months are different. Now I cry when something touches me so deeply that it scares me.

It is typically five to ten minutes, where I let go and slowly regain the control. It feels so cleansing, and right now it is one of my many strategies for coming through a major crisis.

Another is doing as my friend tells me to, to rest between breaks.

I try to implement this simple rule of life into as many life areas as possible.

Next week, my two rituals will be my main focus, and my novel needs to cool off. My muse needs to recharge. It is not a writer´s block, it´s more a gut feeling.

I have spent a week conquering one of the worst anxiety attacks ever. So to be honest, I have only written a few paragraphs, and something tells me to wait and see. The last time I did that, I ended up writing six pages.

To celebrate the coming of Spring and to use all my magickal energy on a healing ritual is also to rest between breaks.

I recharge, I divert my anxious self, and I release any kind of negativity that crosses my path.

I have just written with my friends online and received online hugs with sweet GIF´s.

It ends my worrying fifteen minutes, and I will also speak with my father later today on the phone.

And now it´s time to listen to great music on full volume. Yet another way to rest between breaks.

May the world grow wise and may people learn to think twice and keep on helping each other after this.

As we will it, so mote it be.