Rising numbers of Covid 19 cases in Denmark, and I´m as worried about it as everybody else everywhere on Mother Earth are right now.
My worries are mainly about the human factor. But, of course, I´m in no way interested in being sick with the Coronavirus.
Therefore, my husband and I take the necessary and unavoidable precautions as of right here, right now.
We have chosen a lifestyle with only a small social circle of close friends. We did that long before Covid 19 changed the world and everything in it.
We live in a house where we can isolate each other, should we get the virus. And masks and rubbing alcohol are always close by when we need to shop for groceries and other necessities.
No matter what happens, we are prepared for it. Even my anxiety stays calm; now we all know that yet another round of Corona and all the bullshit in its wake, pardon my French, is underway.
We are now at home after the weekly test. However, we have decided with our friends that we want to do that every Friday because we need to take the best possible care, especially when the numbers climb higher.
But, to remain sane and keep up the good spirit, I believe that the best cure for troubles is to divert one´s thoughts as much as possible.
So today, I will write about my November reflections, a sort of mental cleansing I do every year after Samhain.
My November reflections are about my gradual transition from the low mood to my preferred mood. The highest possible level of creativity lies here. And I´m slowly but surely coming closer every day.
I have kickstarted the process by forcing myself to do my chores creatively. Then, after finishing them, there is a reward, which is usually a creative project that can be worked on and off.
As of now, I´m only a few weeks from reaching my goal. I can feel it throughout my body, mind, and soul.
Today, I will paint some rocks and shells in rainbow colors, gather materials for my Christmas wooden branch, and work a bit on my next witchcraft ritual next week.
I need to divert myself from my racing thoughts, my sad feelings about the state of the world, and my annoying inner restlessness.
Because I have to be extremely careful not to trigger my bipolar disorder and my anxiety disorders simultaneously.
The creative process that demands high levels of concentration is my best therapy. Medication and counseling can work miracles, but they can´t stand alone.
You have to be willing to undertake an entirely new kind of journey the more you get to know bipolar disorder and anxiety.
It is both my duty toward my loved ones and my duty toward myself. Without my own hard work every day for the rest of my life, well, I have been there; the last time was four years ago.
Right now is also a creative process in need of deep concentration. It is an honor to write for you, dear readers and followers, and I can feel in my fingers that my writer´s block concerning my novels is about to be broken.
A witchcraft ritual that salutes creativity can be the releasing factor if I only take the extra time to prepare and create a beautiful, relevant, and well-intended event as I did with Samhain recently.
But sitting here at my window to the world and writing my heart out is soothing, relaxing, and making me recover.
And my November reflections are focused on shadow work at a stage in my mental health, where it feels right to look myself in the mirror twice every morning.
Usually, I do it only once a day. Still, to release something that no longer serves me, I must work with my shadows.
My mental health is robust yet in need of care throughout life. And a positive outlook on life as it comes along is an advantage, too.
It is possible to live a good life with a bipolar disorder combined with anxiety and physical ailments. It has to do with my attitude toward challenges and my dear loved ones.
Both must learn to listen before speaking, ask the why´s rather than yell in frustration, and, with time, know the difference between a disorder and a human being.
Soon, I´ll be back to the best possible version of me. Here, creativity helps me big time. The more complex, the more demanding, and the more intriguing, the merrier.
But sometimes, like yesterday, nothing seems to work. Then comes restlessness and a high level of inner stress.
Today, it helps so much to sit here and write for you. I get the opportunity to work with myself as I write. So, please, dear Universe, allow my creative writing muse to land once again on my shoulder.
In the meantime, I have plenty of creative projects listed already. It is time to get to work and create something both functional and beautiful.
Eew, it is getting dark way too soon now to my taste. Icy cold mornings, no thank you, my arthritis will inform me thoroughly soon enough.
I have borrowed a light therapy lamp from my counselor. I try to use it as often as possible, and today, it will be in my creative den where all the good stuff for creative pursuits resides.
This weekend, I intend to relax with our amount of photos from our life together. I believe there are some 32 GB on my current laptop. My plan is to transfer them to an external hard drive during the coming Winter. Both fun and hard work at the same time.
May your weekend be blessed with love, gratitude, and beauty, dear readers and followers. May the numbers come down again, please, precious fellow human beings. And may witchcraft and creativity heal my scars from a tough life so far.
As I will it, so mote it be.
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