Tomorrow, my husband and I will have known each other for thirteen years. We have been married for twelve years already, and on January 18, 2022, we will have been married for exactly twelve years and six months. In my country, Denmark, traditionally it is called a copper wedding.
But a garden party during winter, no, thank you. So, therefore, we will celebrate in the summer of 2022 instead.
Thirteen years with my husband, where have all those years gone? Time is relentless, and we have had our significant share of marital difficulties during the years, culminating with the brutal news in 2016 about my beautiful classic car that was stolen and burnt to ashes for nothing at all.
An incident that sent me spiraling into a long and challenging manic episode for at least seven months. I had to be hospitalized in 2017. Since then, I have fought hard to conquer a bipolar disorder combined with ADHD and four anxiety diagnoses.
But gradually, the recent years have taught us both to stop fighting and to appreciate the bond of deep, true love between us.
Tomorrow is most certainly an appropriate time for a magickal ritual of gratitude in my witch´s den. And as I did recently, so will I plan for tomorrow as little as possible, only find my light version of a Book of Shadows, a black handwritten notebook.
I will pick my most treasured props and magickal items around in the many witchy corners of this old, extensive, and inspiring house that we live in.
I will play calming and meditating music on my cellphone. So, yes, I do use modern technology, too.
And I will show you my altars next Friday.
Something delicious to eat is also part of our celebration of the day thirteen years ago tomorrow when we met for the first time.
Coincidental, it was. It simply happened, and it was the best choice in my life.
My husband is a rare kind of a human being. He is brutally honest yet loving and deeply caring. He is hard-working, straightforward, and a good man. And he is the love of my life, my best friend, and my ally in the constant inner battle of mine.
Thirteen years with my husband, I would never ever change for anything in this crazy world.
He fully deserves some extra credit on my lifelong list of rare people I have been lucky enough to meet. He has changed my worldview many times, and not many people do I allow that prerogative.
Therefore, it is so, this blog post is written to him, about him, and to thank the Universe for him in my life.
His greatest passion besides our life together, our three philosophical cats, and the little wise, old dog is his beloved garden. Today´s blog pictures show his tall sunflower that is visible also in our back garden and my latest creative project.
A story on a canvas about a man walking his dog at a time when the sun shines, the moon is visible, it rains, and there are stars and a beautiful, glittering rainbow.
Tell me what you think when you look.
Today, I´m slower than I prefer to be; everything takes extra time, I´m quickly tired, and I´m in-between moods.
My S.A.D. lurks on the horizon as we soon enter the fall season from September 1. Mother Earth rocks our boat. And people are acting stranger than ever around the world.
But what really matters is what happens in the present moment, to make the most of every possible situation and to seek happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness.
And to help me incorporate that into a lifestyle fit for ups and downs, I have my husband. Right now, he is contemplating life in general and enjoying his daily nap after a morning full of energy.
He is also my strongest critic when we talk about my novel-writing adventure. Especially dialogue is his turf. He can hear the difference between good and rubbish. And mostly, he is right, spot on.
On the other hand, my husband is my knight in shining armor. He is attentive, encouraging, and loyal. As a friend, he is direct, present around the clock, and caring.
For him, I´m so grateful, dear Universe.
Again today, I embark on a writing journey without knowing where it might take me. Yet, it is the part of writing that I love the most. The feeling of creating something just by writing one´s thoughts down and shaping it into a coherent piece of art.
However, the most intense moment of my writing is when I present it to my husband and you, dear readers and followers.
It is an honor and a privilege to be read. Thank you.
Yesterday, I had a minor breakthrough in work with my upcoming novels. I use a whiteboard to keep track of my current progress. And my latest addition to my many writing ideas is to keep a photo journal of that whiteboard.
The photo journal on my cellphone is an excellent reminder of the need to go back and check notes, character profiles, and plot twists, etc., from time to time.
The week has been long due to personal issues that have demanded maximum energy. Therefore, I need longer breaks and periods with creative diversions these weeks.
At the moment, I work with miniature houses. Patience, perseverance, and creation of beauty, however delicate and tiny.
I need new glasses, and I just know by heart that it will be a costly affair. It is the thought of going out without masks, although fully vaccinated, among people who seem to care less and less.
In my ritual tomorrow, I will include an element of mental healing to generate enough extra energy to actually go out of my comfort zone and get my much-needed glasses.
In the meantime, dear readers and followers, please stay safe, enjoy life, and let me know how you are doing. So it is.
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