Yesterday, I went on a complete day trip with highly treasured friends of the old kind, the rare people, the ones you can trust.
We traveled across significant parts of Jutland, paused at three different beaches, and had our lunch and afternoon coffee at cozy rest areas along the route.
Today´s picture was taken at a beach called Norre Vorupor (in Danish, it s Nørre Vorupør). It was windy; we got sandblasted, and we enjoyed our ice cream to the view of a roaring North Sea.
My body, soul, and mind heals near water and especially on days like yesterday. I have a wooden leg from a recent fall in a driveway after heavy cloudbursts. It is an annoying pain, it demands pain killers, and I know it will be weeks, perhaps months before it stops harassing me.
But after yesterday´s adventure, it doesn´t matter that much to me anymore. I´m mentally refreshed in a way I haven´t had the opportunity to experience for a very long time. My lunch, asparagus soup, is on the stove, a Blue Moon celebration awaits on the weekend, and it´s Friday.
I like Fridays best because then I get the chance to write for you, dear readers and followers. It is a privilege and an honor to do that.
For the remains of the day, I need to work around my many notes once again. I have about 20 pages left to incorporate in my latest notebook. And I want to work much more with my female antagonist, who is becoming more apparent to me day by day.
A formidable woman, a terrifying enemy, a human predator in disguise.
Her name and profile are yet to be fully developed, as I prefer to let my characters speak for themselves and show up whenever they feel for it. My inspirational muse contemplates my current efforts and is just outside of my reach.
Character development is a must when trying to write a psychological thriller. Therefore, I work with my main characters, the minor roles, and the extras when they present themselves to me. To not force the creative process of attempting to conquer the complex art of outlining a trilogy, I focus on writing when feeling inspired only.
The heavy, work-intensive part of becoming a writer I do also when I don’t feel inspired. There are many, many hours of thinking, scribbling notes, and building up a novel series.
However, for the first draft, I write straight from my heart and don´t stop to think twice. If I did that, I wouldn´t get very far due to inner doubts, and I simply don´t have time for that.
This weekend, we will celebrate the Sturgeon Moon and a Blue Moon because the Moon will be at the direct opposite position of the Sun. An excellent opportunity to express our gratitude over the way our lives have come full circle, to politely ask the Universe to grant us physical, mental, and spiritual healing, and to enjoy the beauty of my unique witch´s den.
As the second picture shows, my current creative diversion project is to piece together a miniature flower house. I have built a rack of shelves and a cupboard so far. Someday shortly, I hope to finish it before my 83-year-old father comes for a weekend visit in mid-September.
The Afghanistan crisis touches me deeply, and I, therefore, restrict my news watching to an absolute minimum.
Yes, it is time to show some serious gratitude, indeed.
I´m grateful that my life is filled with challenges, that I can write in freedom, and that I get to be with my loved ones regularly.
Let´s all meet in a silent online prayer for the welfare of those whose lives are at stake in a way that we here in the Western part of the world can hardly imagine.
A day on the road and at the wild North Sea recharged my mental batteries in a positive form, as I can promise now that my current mood swings soon will be released by my best possible version of me.
I can feel the change coming, and I´m happy and relieved.
After all, it is here that I can fully draw on my best creative energy. I need to be careful, nonetheless, because when I´m in the happy stage of my balance between highs and lows, I can´t always feel when I´m tired and need extra rest.
Yesterday also brought the first meeting with my new counselor. She is good at what she does, she is easy to talk with, and I look forward to working with her to make me able to master my own life.
The little wise, old dog sleeps in his basket at my feet. My husband watches TV with the philosophical cats, except for one of them, loudly informing us that she wanted a trip to our outdoor cat den.
I had a good conversation with my father earlier this afternoon; I spoke with my friends from yesterday, too. And I´m just in the mood for some work tonight. Well, not without painkillers, I´m afraid.
I sit on a soft pillow, as my leg problem means trouble sitting for long periods. Of course, walking the dog hurts as well, but I won´t do without it, for my dog and I need to do precisely that together every day we get to be together.
A long warm bath this morning loosened up the muscle tissue just below my left buttock. A simple thing to actually enjoy sitting down for more than a couple of minutes at a time; that truly makes my day. And so, we have already come to the end of today´s blog post. May it be life-affirming to read.
May your weekend and week be peaceful, beautiful, and full of love and care, dear readers and followers. And may the world reach out to those in desperate need of help right here, right now. As we will it, so mote it be.
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