At eight p.m. tonight, there is once again singalong night in Denmark. Known artists perform from their homes, people sing along, and new talents are born.
It hits me straight in the heart, and here we sing, laugh and cry out hearts out. For one hour only, there is a feeling of unity and a belief that we will come through this together and apart at the same time.
Another idea is spreading through our country right now. It is about placing teddy bears in the windows, so that children with their parents may walk by one day and perhaps try to count all the teddy bears on the walk through empty streets.
A little light in the dark, to show that we care, to show that we understand, to show that everything will be okay again some day. We have to be careful for a long time, so we might as well quest for the little wonders of the everyday.
That is magick when it is best. We make magick together by finding little windows to the world in a time where so many fight for their life literally.
The home school is on weekend hold, the wise, old dog is sleeping right next to me, and I´m spending my afternoon writing about how I feel today.
It it difficult to exactly describe that. Physically and mentally I´m fine. But I´m also moody to some degree. It takes only a song or a melody to make the tears flow for a few minutes.
So I´m careful today not to go beyond my limitations. I take a longer break from the news stream that seems to have a life of its own.
In the eye of the hurricane, the medias bring positive news about people trying to do their best to keep the spirits up.
‘We have chosen to life as if we were already quarantined. And we work with little creative projects meant to create happiness and joy to those who receive it.
My neighbor has created a little shop with food and drinks for the children. They can buy the things for what they earn doing their chores. The shop is open trice a day, so they learn to save points too.
It has been both fun and effective for three days, and the children are good at what they are doing. The chores are done without tears and with happy laughter instead.
I teach a sweet and clever seven-year-old girl Danish, biology, history, introduce her to creative arts, and play even more after home school. We jump the trampoline together outside in the garden.
Her younger sister and brother and their wonderful parents have also a big place in both mine and my husband´s hearts. They are family, we are godparents to the boy.
And they are friends for life. My neighbor just cut my hair for the first time ever. And it looks great to me. It is almost like living in a clan where the members feel as if they had known each other for a longer time than they actually have. .
We live in two separate houses, but apart from that we share everything else in our lives. It all began cautiously for we have all tried to be hurt by people we once trusted.
It really took off when our neighbor was expecting the boy. She had way too high blood pressure, so we sent her and her husband to the hospital while my husband and I babysitted the children that were asleep at the time.
That is to trust your own life in the hands of somebody new to you. We have been close ever since. And we follow both the boy and his siblings from early morning until bedtime.
Our new way of life is based on respect, trust, love, loyalty, hope, tolerance, and classic decency in behavior.
This paradise of mine may have to live on a strict budget, but the little extra to spend is used wisely.
Tonight, my husband and I are singing along with the Danish nation. It is an old tradition to singalong in troubled times. We Danes also did it during WW2.
It gives a feeling of unity, common ground instead of living separate lives before all this. Now we are separated due to a deadly virus. But people are changing too.
And I hope and pray for the people of the world that they will continue to help each other and to spread joy rather than condemn and fight each other when all this is over some day.
I will probably cry a bit, my feelings are touchy today. But that´s okay, Self, it´s only human.
May the weekend bring you joy and happiness, dear readers and followers.
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