Day: July 3, 2020

I live in a small town with only eighteen to twenty-two miles to the nearest major cities around the southern part of Denmark. I have lived enough years in a big city to enjoy the freedom of space, peace and calm, and birdsong.

My magick spot on Mother Earth is a big house that seems smaller when looked at from the street. It is surrounded by a garden in two parts, a yard and a lawn with fire pit, cat den, and a greenhouse with a vine climbing inside.

I have space enough to create a magick atmosphere all over the place. We are allowed to do whatever we want, as long as we take good care of this wonderful place.

Over a time span of four years we have created our paradise. My husband loves his garden and his garage room where he often creates beautiful results with whatever material he can get his hands on.

I love it all, but I especially like my three favorite dens, my writing desk room, my creative den, and my witch´s den. It is where I get the chance to be creative in whatever I do.

This is truly home to us. It is also a wonderful privilege to have sweet neighbors who are family too. We share a bond that is extremely rare in the modern world of egoistical behavior.

I can´t help but notice that people are getting less and less cautious. I find it deeply disturbing that so many disregard the precautions we now have been used to for more than three months.

So I prefer to be at home as much as possible. The other day, I was out to shop necessary groceries with my husband and a close friend. It was a short shopping trip, but manageable due to the early time of day.

Perhaps it´s me, but home is bliss compared to the outside world. I have always been active, I´m used to have to be around many people at a time, and I used to love live concerts.

Today, I live with a generalized anxiety disorder and social anxiety. Now I better understand the many twists and turns there used to be in my life. So, staying home is bliss to me.

My husband and I have learned the hard way that we are much better at agreeing than disagreeing, We only discuss issues today, no more fighting between us for we have fought wars with words.

That doesn´t mean that we always agree on everything. But we are much more relaxed about our relationship today. We need the quiet, peaceful atmosphere, we need the silent hours, we need the friendship and the love for each other.

We have the perfect setting for a good simple, yet complicated life here at our magick spot. And I´m grateful every morning I wake up here. It is magick itself to live here.

It is like a great adventure to experience this bliss of the everyday. We live in the present moment because we can´t change the past, and we have yet to discover our future.

Today, I worked with my Book of Shadows for a couple of hours, wrote two blog posts, and celebrated my sweet little, ten year old dog. It has been one of the better days with only a few hints of anxiety.

Now, I´ll be able to sleep well again. My recent attacks were strong, so I´m more tired than usual, and it doesn´t help much to be a Crone with heat flashes.

But my mood is high and happy, and I know I´ll beat the anxiety this time and hopefully for a long while this time. I have everything I need close to me, my loved ones care for me, and I´m an experienced fighter in life.

This is possible only due to my loved ones, my family and friends, and my magick spot on Mother Earth.

This is my safe haven, my home.

Today, my sweet dog Kvik is ten years old. To his tribute here follows a short story from his point of view. He does not speak human, but he speaks dog eloquently with an explicit body language. He is precious to me, my sweet, little, wise companion through thick and thin.

“My name is Kvik (pronounced like the word quick). I´m ten years old today. My Mom asked me to tell my story through her. So I whisper dog into her ear, I´m happy here, Mom. We just finished our first walk of the day, and Dad gave me a toy and a fresh bone.

Now, I´m laying right next to Mom, who caresses me and kisses me on the cheeks and ears. When I look at her with my almond-shaped brown eyes, she melts completely, and we often end up cuddling on the couch.

I became yours, Mom, when I was only eleven weeks old. An adorable puppy, a companion for life, and a loved member of the family, she thought I was. So, I came to her and Dad´s home, and we all went through hell together and found a better way of life.

We live a good life, we animals here. Oh yes, I forgot to tell you about my three philosophical friends, the cats who, during the day, resides in their outside den. In the evening, they come back in, and we all four curl up and get treats and lots of love from our Mom and Dad.

I taught Mom and Dad dog long before they understood that I might not speak human, but I most certainly understand their tone and voice. And I know in my heart and soul that they love me as much as I love them. It is called unconditional love, and it is a bond that lasts longer than life itself.

I´m of mixed breeding, a bit Foxterrier, a bit Danish-Swedish Farm Dog, I have a child´s energy, I´m an experienced rat chaser, I love to go for long walks with Mom and Dad, and I know how to make tricks to get treats.

I´m seventy years old in human terms of age, so I´m a fully mature dog who at times believe that I´m twelve feet high, when somebody rings the doorbell or passes in the street outside my garden. Then I bark, but I´m really saying that this is my house, my garden, what do you want?

My time here on Mother Earth is short, but there is still time to enjoy life, to play, and to be loved deeply. I walk at my own pace now, but yet I sniff in the wind and lift my front paw to show that something is going on.

I can sit on my behind and look so sweet, so hungry, so give me, give me, give me. I can throw a tantrum when a fly is chasing me, but 99,9 percent of the time, I´m happy, content, and grateful. I have a good life indeed, here animals are famiilars and family members like Mom and Dad.

Mom and Dad have no children, but we animals are here for them. I will guard them with my life, for here I have a safe haven always. On Monday, I will go to the vet for a full manicure and pedicure for the first time in this Corona era.

We walk more now. Mom and Dad love our walks, where we sometimes greet the three black, brown, and white cows on the field behind our local grocery store. Or when we go to the nearby forest along the creek.

Tonight, Dad will prepare a steak for me. I love to eat steaks bite for bite. I usually roll on the floor after such a treat, for then I know that we are celebrating and having fun together. Now I will ask my Mom to write this down for me, knowing that although she does not speak dog, she understands me deep in her body, mind, and soul.”

With Kvik´s wise thoughts, I wish you, dear readers and followers, a blessed problem-free weekend.

I will return later today with my thoughts about life in general, as it shows itself here at my magick spot on planet Earth. Until then, I will work with my Book of Shadows, take pictures of the garden, and send out a wish to the Universe.

I wish from the bottom of my heart that this day continues, as it has begun.

With the celebration of the little, wise dog, the writing of a blog post to his honor, and the complete lack of any signs of anxiety.

As I will it, so mote it be.