Went to the local market. A place where you can get almost anything and everything. With an atmosphere of a mixture between the good old stuff and the not-so-old replicas.
I was invited by a close friend, and we had a great time together. I spent only 15 dollars, because I may like a lot of things, but I won´t pay over-price and just buy something.
I prefer to look around and wait until I know that I want to own something. Then I think twice, do I need this or not? And nine out of ten times, I walk on and keep the wallet in the bag.
Today, it is Friday on Memory Lane. I´m nostalgic after a major episode where I howled to the Moon because I began thinking of my late mother, who died almost six years ago.
I cried my heart out so much that I completely forgot that I just had spoken to voicemail, and I also forgot to hang up my call. I have a special friend for life with whom I know that I always can be just me.
She has known me all her life, she is five years younger than me and the best little sister that I could wish for, even though we are not related through blood. Our parents became friends, and we grew up together.
A conversation with her happens through time, as we live our separate lives, and yet we are connected, as sisters of the heart, soul and mind. I trust her, I always get a sharp response, and we laugh a lot together.
About the crazy world we live in, about ourselves, and about stupid people. I think we share an allergy toward stupidity in general, which is a healthy sign of the ability to think for yourself.
It is week five without major anxiety attacks. Only a minor pile of stress and uncertainty due to the worsening situation with Corona here in Denmark.
Let tonight be calming, liberating and enchanting, dear Universe. My next ritual needs a serious overhaul, for I have been busy drawing. I hope you´ll enjoy my first piece of my interpretation of the hammer of Thor
My next drawing project is Marilyn Monroe. Then I want to work with my Zodiac sign, the Cancer, and after that it is ritual time next week. For once, I will plan it loosely, let my Muse guide me from now, so it is.
It is ritual between friends, between females, between like-minded people. It will be beautiful, caring, and comfortable. All the witchy stuff on the altars, a delicious snack, and with the sole aim of healing.
I need healing, too, so I will only cast and close the circle. The rest of the ritual is private, but I can write about how it helped me that day. Sometimes, silence is a must because it is a matter of trust.
Trust, respect, love, loyalty, and hope are the glue in my little rainbow family. Which is growing, thank you, dear new readers and followers. I´m proud to try to write something worth reading.
Tonight, I´m on a short trip down Memory Lane. Little glimpses of the past, how time seems to fly away, and look at where we are right now. It is now everything happens.
Living in the present moment is more important than ever before in my life. I need to gather memories, stories, moments. I need to rant from time to time. And I need to show that I feel so much better now.
I´m back to my creative drive, I have begun my journey as a Crone, and I´m for the first time in my life able to transform my inspiration into attempts to create something beautiful, scary, and thought-provoking.
Yes, I admit it frankly, I´m a rebel on the inside of the older version of me. I don´t feel mentally that I´m growing older, but physically I know very well that I´m no spring chicken anymore.
Yesterday, I cried my heart out. Today, I laugh as loud as possible. I fight anxiety and bipolar disorder to the bitter end. I´m still standing despite a tough life at times, and I´m proud to see the results of my hard work.
I hope that the Universe will send a message to my late mother, stating that life is a great experience, that everything is okay here, and that she can trust me now. I´m here to stay.
May your weekend be filled with laughter and joy. May your troubles be resolved with bliss. And may your life feel great and enchanting. Dear readers and followers, this was a trip down Memory Lane.
Now, it is dinner time, and after that miss Monroe. To be continued …
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