During these last days of summer 2021, I feel a deep need to express my condolences to mourning families worldwide.
Referring to the bombs in Kabul, Afghanistan, I sincerely hope that the world will come to its senses ASAP.
We all mourn because such violence is just meaningless in the purest sense of the word.
Nothing whatsoever justifies such things.
I don´t care about skin color, belief system, or any other cultural difference between me and other human beings. However, what matters to me is what hides behind the eyes and deep within the heart, mind, and soul.
I simply can´t watch the horror live on the news over and over …
Therefore, I try to divert my thoughts as much as possible from TV and radio. Instead, I turn to great orchestral music with which it is possible to write great stuff. Followed up by inciting, beating, roaring drums, and crying bass guitar solos. And to get to the end of today´s blog post with the faster, modern, electronic music that makes my fingers dance in tune.
The last days of summer 2021, well, to be brutally honest, they hurt due to a wooden leg right under my left buttock, annoying return of chronic arthritis pain in most parts of the body, and a bipolar disorder that needs to be told who´s the boss around here.
But this week brought up a new thing to be happy about. My latest creative inspiration is the charming work with a couple of miniature buildings. I have a flower shop and a beautiful traditional Chinese house. And my friend has a lovely little blue place. So we help each other building them.
And when I ask my husband for help as well, it is because arthritis weakens my hands and fingers from time to time. I also need new glasses. But, that is for October and, therefore, soon enough.
The pictures of this week are from my husband´s garden. Yesterday, we had a sweet, however short, coffee séance in the yard. More correct, it is becoming an actual city jungle of all sorts of plants, filled with the sight of beautiful butterflies along with humming bees.
The weather gods have once again sent us downpours and cats and dogs. Perhaps it is their silent protest watching over a world in an eternal fight with itself.
These last days of summer 2021 are filled with thoughts, many, thousands, and millions of them. I try to convince my bipolar disorder that it is best to return to the happiest version of me sooner rather than later.
As funny or awkward as it may sound, my anxiety disorders keep to themselves and have done that for some time now. However, this reminds me to be extraordinarily careful because, typically, it is in such situations that the attacks are heavier, more encompassing, and harder to conquer.
So, diversion is a significant issue here right now. I have spent the week writing in hand rather than typing because I needed to do something with high demands for concentration abilities. It always takes more time, but it was a bliss to be slow this week.
Concerning racing thoughts, I work intensely with my main characters. Now, two of them are ready to be used for personal gain in the shrewd hands of my female villain.
And by the end of this month, I will have the remaining six ready for action too.
Last days of summer, oh, I dread the upcoming fall and winter seasons. Believe me, I know their intense beauty, but it doesn´t make my mood any better. Not this year. Like it did not happen in 2020.
I always feel somewhat numbed, a little moody, and with a touch of sentimentality whenever summer is over again. This is because we wait so long for it to come, and when it finally is here, it only takes a few weeks before it is way gone again.
On September 28, 2021, it will be seven years since my beloved mother´s passing. It still hurts like hell, I still cry easily at the thought of her, and she´s still profoundly missed.
This Samhain is so very different from my first four years as a witch. On October 17, it will be five years since my beautiful classic car was stolen and burnt to ashes. Now, I finally get to burn the police report; they told me it would be five years before the case would turn permanently cold.
Therefore, I will celebrate my ancestors and my thirty-one-year-old car at Samhain, renewing my solemn vows to witchcraft.
Until then, I have only one ritual left for this, my fifth year as a witch. It is Mabon or Fall Equinox next month.
I already know by now that I want to work much more with meditation and little daily rituals in my sixth year as a witch. For I need to feel happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness.
I need it to be able to sit quietly and write my novels. The writing part is scary because soon, it is time to prove what I believe that I can.
September 1, 2021, I embark on the significant writing part of my writing adventure with a psychological thriller. Also, travel in the first novel to endure together with my characters. So, I´ll be swamped from there.
Therefore, I need diversion with both daily chores and other creative pursuits. I have asked my husband to teach me how to be a capable home chef. We begin from September to cook together, which will be both entertaining and highly educational (my husband knows how to cook great meals).
May your weekend be blessed with peace, freedom, happiness, and personal well-being, dear readers and followers. May the world grow up and begin working to keep the peace rather than making meaningless wars. And may the weather gods be kind and grant us sunshine and the last days of summer 2021. And so mote it be.