… a hot and long warm bath, and lunch after a short trip outside in the world outside my personal galaxy here in the southern part of Denmark, where I found a permanent home.
So I´m nourished by the sharp April Sun, I got my daily exercise, and I survived a minor anxiety attack when my husband went to the store during our walk.
It just flushed all over me, like a wave threatening to throw me around as if I were the smallest leaf. It only lasted a few seconds, but the icy sharp thorns of the feeling of acute anxiety still needs to be diverted into something more tangible.
Like writing about it to use it as a kind of self-therapy, instead of just waiting for something different to happen. There is this creepy feeling of being uncomfortable in a disturbing way.
It may also be the side-effects of my prescription medicine, but nevertheless, it´s annoying and unwelcome. People are taking unnecessary risks, like not using gloves and rubbing alcohol in the store despite being in one of the risk group just by age.
Others may begin not to care either, so the trouble comes full circle.
One more day, and Denmark re-opens with children up to ten years of age, and the whole team behind them as well.
Like a game of domino, the inciting incident is a thriller worthy. This is reality, however, so my inner stress level is very much awake. I´m as much a hermit as I can possible be, and yet I´m still anxious.
It´s the uncertain human factor that worries me most. People are capable of so many things that I prefer to consider and count my blessings here rather than listening to the news today.
I´m happy that I don´t have to be outside for very long periods of time. I´m grateful that it is possible to live a good and safe life even on a strict budget. And I´m lesser and lesser anxious in my home.
A walk with the dog clears the mind. The dog is happy, free, and doing what a dog is supposed to do on a walk. I speak with my dog on our walks. Although he doesn´t speak back, his body language tells me everything.
Today, he spoke, however, when he spotted my husband coming out from the store. He jumped up and down, the tail went crazy, and he sat down by himself before my husband had his treat ready.
His voice was audible all over the little square, he was happy, he was sweet. He is almost ten years old, and he is a true companion, friend and family member.
Here we continue to take our precautions, and today my thoughts go to the sick and the people helping them. They so deserve salutations, for it is a troubled time indeed.
And I can´t help but think that the growing pressure about re-opening society is way too soon. It feels as if this virus is only waiting for people to act careless so that it can change its ways and strike when we least expect it.
What´s the rush anyway? Is it really worth the price in human lives to be so eager to return to what was before? Was everything before so necessary and almost a sacred duty to adapt to?
I most certainly think not. Instead, we should use the time to truly rethink quite a few lifestyles across this always so divided world. The potential is right here in us people when we only dare to cross the mental borders between us.
I feel and sense that from my conversations with people from many different parts of the world. Thank you also, dear readers and followers, for sharing your stories with me.
At the same time, I know there´s nothing I can do about it, except from writing honestly about it. And I try to live my life as good as possible despite a pandemic era outside my safe haven.
Today, the music in my ears is pure distraction, because the news was even more disheartening than usual. I´m taking extra good care of myself by doing as little as possible. I need to rest a lot these days.
Tomorrow, I will go to my creative den and my witch´s den. First to warm up with a little creative project or two. Then to clean and cleanse my witch´s den for any leftover stale energy.
And one of the coming days, I will make another healing ritual to let even more go than I have done recently. This time I will have the full setup with decorated altars and all the good stuff out of the cabinets.
A walk with the dog in the forest after such a ritual will be a good way to release racing thoughts and anxiety, as will a bonfire in the garden later.
That and the well-being of my family and friends will have my attention this week. A relative is in hospital after a heart attack, so we have enough tension for just now.
I don´t need more anxiety or more stress, but I can handle it, Self, I´m okay. I have also done everything possible to remain calm, and I react each time an anxiety trigger shows up.
Right away, I try to use my many strategies, and if they don´t help, I turn to a walk with the little wise, old dog. He knows more than he shows, as do my three philosophical cats.
They are closer to me when something is wrong. It is as if they understand so much more than many humans do.
For now, everything feels okay. For the time being, the news can be news as much as they want, we have turned them off. Perhaps there is an old movie to laugh and cry with.
May the evening be pleasant and anxiety free for us all, wherever we are.
So Mote It Be.
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