From Denmark with love, I write to you, dear readers and followers, from my point of view behind the keyboard. On an icy cold Friday evening, only two weeks before Christmas Eve, the situation in Denmark, well, to stay at home as much as possible, seems to be the most sensible thing to do right now.
The numbers climbing awe-strikingly high, the gap between those vaccinated and the remaining twenty-five percent, and a return to the severe press conferences with our prime minister and leading experts.
Hour-long queues for those in need of testing to get the Corona passport. And yet, yesterday evening, way too many people went to the bars and the discotheques to celebrate the last night out acting like spoiled brats during a world crisis, the worst ever since WW2.
Well, that behavior will be visible in a week or two when they discover that downright stupid behavior equals a higher risk of getting infected with the Coronavirus.
And, by the way, it ain´t happening around me; thank you so much, dear Universe. So, therefore, I notice it, but I just shake my head and move on with more positive endeavors.
From Denmark with love, I am happy to inform you that I feel much better than I have done in recent weeks.
But I still struggle hard with my anxiety disorders. My whole system was rattled to pieces after two unpleasant experiences at the local test center with way too many people gathered in too little space.
Even today, I felt miserable just before my afternoon nap. Everything and nothing seemed to fight for dominance over my physical body, mind, and soul. But my husband and I managed to talk it down to me yawning and shortly after happily sleeping.
A couple of hours later, my back pain woke me up to my husband´s fresh coffee and a tasty meal.
Behind all the pain and struggling, you´ll find me happy and content with my life right here, right now.
We are in the middle of a transformation process. We try to save on practically everything because the prices are soaring. So everything in the world right now speaks its own language about a different time arriving in these strangest years of my lifetime.
We can read the writing on the wall, as everybody can if they only dare to look at themselves in the mirror in the mornings.
Our lives seem like living on an isolated island, where we are as safe as possible nowadays. Yet, around us, so many seem to be drowning in their own self-inflicted burden of all kinds of troubles.
I work so hard at becoming better at reducing my intake of influences around me. Unfortunately, I have no filter whatsoever, so I´m susceptible to sounds, movements, and other traces of the human factor.
Therefore, I have asked my counselor for help as soon as I felt that this series of anxiety attacks were of a magnitude where support is necessary to avoid direct contact with the psychiatric system again.
She has sent me a breathing technique to use whenever I feel overwhelmed from anxiety, striking me over and over, as were it an Olympian sports discipline. Unfortunately, it will take me some time to use it well, so until it feels comfortable, I resort to meditation and studying new material for my novels and my witchcraft practice.
Soon, it will be time to plan my upcoming Yule/Winter Solstice ritual. Naturally, we will need lots of light, love, and appropriate intentions. But that is for the weekends to come.
Tonight, I`m writing to you from Denmark with love. I believe we could all need some extra love between us, rather than contemplation of totally unnecessary warfare and creating differences between them and us.
Right now, dear readers and followers, it is right here that the world truly needs us humans to cooperate and show compassion and gratitude.
My contribution to this era is writing about it and what happens in the life that is mine. I write what I see, what I hear. I write the truth about what I feel.
To transfer my many thoughts about my story for my novels onto the dreaded white paper, well, that´s a whole new ball game to me.
It is difficult. It is hard. And it is a way of life.
My writer´s block came undercover, disguised as a depression period in my bipolar life. I have decided that my novel project will continue; it will take more time to fulfill my life´s dream of writing my own trilogy.
Better write something worth reading, rather than publishing bullshit, pardon my French. Yes, I´m a bit sassy with the pen tonight.
I need to be because my main character is a sassy devil in disguise. To write her, I need to try to think a little bit like her, only enough to actually write it down. Her personality, however, is not for the weak-minded and definitely not something I would like to meet in real life.
And I simply know, deep down, that one day, that manuscript will be presented to the worst critic of them all, myself included, my husband.
He knows how a knockout dialogue sounds; he fine-tunes my instrument, my writing voice. He wants to be adequately entertained to sit there listening to me reading my material.
From Denmark with love, from us both, please stay safe out there, please be kind to those who need it, and please be kind to yourself as well, dear readers and followers. So it is.
May your weekend be merry, full of happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness, dear readers and followers. May this era be worth remembering later on due to human miracles. And may tonight mark the last of anxiety for my behalf for quite some time now, please, and thank you, dear Universe.
As we all will it, so mote it be. Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.
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