Living in a pandemic is difficult at times, hard to cope with alongside bipolar disorder and four anxiety diagnoses, and takes its toll on everybody.
Creative living in a pandemic is necessary to keep up with the soaring prices, positively challenging, and calming for my husband and me.
This week, I’m split between worrying about the state of the world and enjoying life to its fullest. But yesterday’s creativity ritual in my witch’s den cleared my thoughts and led to a rise in my energy level.
Therefore, I’m able to worry a little less today and write to you about much more positive things than the Coronavirus and all the bullshit in its wake, pardon my French.
To me, creativity most of all mean working with what you already have. To combine across genres, conventions, and borders, that’s what I try so hard to put into anything I do, whatever that has to do with mundane chores or creative projects.
Recycling has become extremely important to us, now that the new garbage sorting system is being implemented in our county. To me, buying new stuff is only necessary now and then, whereas reusing old stuff can be both fun and money-saving big time.
And the prices are running high in these months. The inflation rate has not been so high in nine years; demand and supply are out of the usual order, and everything seems to be more expensive from one day to the next.
Therefore, we are happy that we have small savings and can live comfortably even on a strict budget. We put on extra clothing to save some extra money so that the heating bill doesn’t skyrocket this winter. We also try to be economical with our use of electricity and water.
To do that, we think in creative terms, no matter whether it is about practical stuff or the more fun creative pursuits.
Creative living in a pandemic is my way of living, as it is both practical, healing, and great joy in my everyday. Valuable because one gets to use what is ready at hand rather than buying new stuff all the time. Suitable for my mental disorders since it diverts my racing thoughts from all the craziness happening these years. And filled with joy and happiness due to the positive feelings I get from producing something with my own hands.
Two days ago, I created a motivation and concentration spell jar, a spell bottle for creativity, and a charm for my writing adventures. They were all consecrated and put to use at yesterday’s creative witchcraft ritual.
Everything from the correct correspondences to the little details in the altar setup was done with the sole intent of attracting new inspiration, stamina, and courage. So that I will be able to break my writer’s block that has haunted me for some time now.
I also continued my work with in-depth meditation the night before a ritual, the relevant Sacral Chakra that also concerns creativity, and the elements and Spirit/Akasha.
Creative living in a pandemic is necessary for me to avoid being too emotionally involved in what goes around in today’s world. It is a perfect way to divert myself whenever the news is too stressful for my mental disorders.
My anxiety is under strict control, but, believe me, I feel it hissing at me sooner rather than later from the corner of the room. The bipolar disorder is, thank you, dear Universe, turning for the best possible mood for me.
I feel that my energy level has risen since yesterday’s witchcraft ritual. And I feel happy that I’m bettering my skills and mood with creative projects. So, tonight, I will go to my creative den and find the materials for my next creative endeavor, which I will know when I’m standing there.
Tomorrow, it is time to go upstairs and take all the Christmas stuff downstairs to my creative den, where I will sort it and begin decorating our home. I have already made two Christmas branches to stand in for a Christmas tree, as our cats won’t leave a tree alone, and I don’t find it necessary to cut a healthy tree just for my celebration of a few days in December.
Sunday, it has to be novel-time again, and I will try to short-circuit myself and actually get some writing done.
I begin by watching a nature film about the actual place behind the settings in my novel, hoping that it will bring back my creative muse to my shoulder so that we can write happily together again. Then, I will sit down, turn on the laptop, and write a couple of words, later sentences, paragraphs, and pages.
Creative living in a pandemic is mentally challenging positively, as I get to use and improve my skills and keep a healthy distance to the news stream. It is also calming for both my husband and me to use creativity in every possible form in everything we do.
Speaking of creativity, with only a hundred words away from the goal of writing 1,000 words every Friday, it is about time to let go and hit the publish button.
It is soothing to be here and write for you in a week with press conferences, restrictions, and a lockdown coming closer by the hour. But everything comes to an end, and I need a more extended break now, which I will spend together with my husband, the little wise, old dog, and the three philosophical cats.
Please stay safe out there; it is necessary to be extremely careful these years, especially now, right before the return of Jack Frost.
May your weekend be merry, cheerful, and free of troubles of any kind, dear readers and followers. May there be peace and quiet in the world for once. And may my current mood stabilize as soon as possible, and please, stay here for the next long period of my life.
As we will it, so mote it be.
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