Day: October 8, 2021

Yesterday, I was the proud hostess of a ladies´ luncheon. The weather gods played along, the food was delicious, and the company proved its worth.

Without a second of doubt, I will gladly host such a life-affirming event again. My friends are somewhat older than I, and my husband is four years younger than me. But their attitude toward life, their way of making even harsh times more manageable, and their genuine care outweigh that and any other differences there are between them and me.

Today, I´m happy yet tired mentally. My bipolar disorder plays mind games with me. The anxiety stands lined up, ready to attack with a hissing emotion. And my general restlessness is annoying to the degree of anger with myself.

Later this afternoon, we will have dinner with friends. It will be fun, filled with equal parts of laughter and serious conversation, and a couple of hours to remember.

But I need to use my extra medication to obtain enough physical and mental control over my body, mind, and soul.

My thoughts fly sky-high today, but writing and tidying our home helps me concentrate on letting the thoughts go to the Universe to find meaning.

So, I´m okay, Self.

Ladies´ luncheons in October means business. I had a few glasses of wine, but not too much, as I´m always careful when drinking anything other than water, coffee, and soft drinks.

My husband created a traditional menu with love and great skill; thank you, my darling sweetheart.

Yesterday, we talked and laughed. A lot. We really like each other´s company, perhaps because we are both different and so much alike when the talking takes on matters of defining importance to us.

Today, I´m not so talkative, a bit shy of social gatherings, and in-between highs and lows on the very same day.

But I know I will be okay after only a couple of minutes in the company of my husband and my friends.

This week has been even more productive than the previous one. Our home is practically and thoroughly tidied and cleaned, only needing to take care of a few other places, planned for tomorrow morning.

In three weeks and two days from today, I will evoke the elements, the gods, and our ancestors and announce my favorite witchcraft ritual, Samhain or Halloween.

It is my New Year.

Soon, I must begin planning in detail what I wish to obtain with this year´s celebration of my five years as a full-time witch.

And all the witchy stuff comes out of cabinets, drawers, and boxes. All in a serious effort to create beauty and meaning in a world in eternal war with itself.

I shield myself from the news streams these weeks because it affects me negatively if I watch too much of it. Therefore, I only take a brief look at the most important headlines and leave the rest to oblivion.

My creative dens are tidied, cleaned, and ready for take-off into the dark seasons. However, two projects waiting for me to come home from an early dinner are my reward today.

On my birthday in July, I got a butterfly in plaster. It needs to be painted like a rainbow, and I want to begin that project later tonight. The other is to remove stains from clothes and delicately embroidered dollies.

After that, I plan to create a picture of a beautiful animal with fabrics from my vast inventory of creative items.

Yesterday, we, four ladies and my husband, agreed to meet for another lunch on October 28, 2021, and on November 25, 2021, which happens to be the birthday of our hostess.

I´m already expecting a good time, lasting memories, and many laughs.

It is so soothing for my mental condition. It nurtures my soul, makes me feel genuinely related to someone, and releases inner tension caused by chronic stress from a challenging life.

Today, I smile even though I feel challenged by my bipolar disorder in particular. Life happens right here, right now. It doesn´t wait for anything at all.

There are simply too many joys in my life right now to be smitten with the temptation to procrastinate, letting myself slide, and focus on the negative aspects of the disorder.

To be on the safe side, I wrote to my counselors yesterday. Yes, two. My current counselor retires from January 2022. But she thought that I should have the opportunity to meet with my new counselor before that.

And it proved to be a great idea, both the writing and the meeting.

Today, I may be a bit off track, but nevertheless, I keep fighting my ailments with a smile because I´m happy with what I already got.

It is a fairy tale life, one in a million chance that skyrocketed my world, and a beautiful experience to be alive on our fantastic Mother Earth.

I don´t watch TV a lot. But when I do, I like nature shows and series most.

It upsets me deeply to watch my fellow human beings being so self-destructive and so egoistical about the right to be here or not.

We never have been, never will we be the masters of the Universe, no matter how hard we try to convince ourselves of the opposite point of view.

Ladies´ luncheons in October, oh, a great day to remember for the rest of my life. It was harmony among old school friends, delicious food and drink, and a feel-good atmosphere throughout the four hours it lasted.

Yesterday, there was magick in the air. Today, it is chilly, however beautiful clear the sky is.

A dinner just finished, everybody happy, full, and content. Magick happened again, and I came through it by being brutally honest about my condition today. Now, it´s time to relax and to be creative again.

May your weekend be blessed with deep inner peace, physical and mental relaxation, and positive karma, dear readers and followers.

As we will it, so mote it be.