Everything is business as usual here at my spot of paradise on Mother Earth. And, yet, everything feels changed for a brief moment.
This week brought news that my uncle and the wife to my cousin have passed the Rainbow Bridge to greet our common ancestors, in my belief that is.
It is not that we were close; in recent years, not at all. Perhaps we grew apart years ago, but to acknowledge that, well, today, it´s a tough one.
Today also brought a press conference, more restrictions, and more people infected.
So, please excuse me. Today, it is more than okay to feel somewhat mixed.
A week before Christmas 2021, we don´t know yet if my father will come. However, his driver, our old and sweet neighbor, has Corona in her close family just now.
But like last year, we are prepared that we might again celebrate Christmas only with our dear animals and ourselves. And, my father will be fine.
Of course, this is annoying, and it would be so easy to fall into the trap of depression. But, instead, I´m grateful that my husband and I are more than ready to deal with trouble coming from the outside world.
I´m also very, very grateful that we have chosen to live a life differentiated from life in general in a so-called modern age in a way that has kept us safe until now.
Now, it is about time to adjust our shopping habits and stay even more at home than we already do. That means fewer visits, shorter visits, and much more home time.
Being early retired makes it perhaps easier to accept that these are the absolute terms in our life right here and right now. But the chores still have to be done before making the fun stuff.
The little, wise, old dog enjoyed his walk around noon today; it was reasonable and soothing to get outside, just a short period. I was also with my husband shopping yesterday because I might have to someday. Therefore, I practice from time to time
My current level of anxiety is calm but naturally alert. It took me more than three weeks to recover from the latest series of attacks.
Due to the current high-risk situation with Omikron, I asked my counselor for phone calls rather than visits for some time, at least until the numbers turn their soaring flight.
So, yes, I´m more than okay, Self, take it easy, re-focus, and divert, divert, divert.
Although it now is unlikely to celebrate Christmas with my father, I will finish the creation of his birthday present, a painting full of sparkling rainbow-colored glitter, stars, and other beautiful decorative elements.
I will do it tomorrow, Saturday, where I will also work in-depth with my upcoming Yule/Winter Solstice ritual.
Tonight, however, I find it appropriate to work with my own personal collection of archetypes. It is often said that we have twelve of them, so I have bought a deck of archetype cards and chosen my individual twelve from them.
Now, I have some questions to answer. Why did I choose the way I did and what truths can I be lucky enough to find and learn from.
It is so close to my interpretation of shadow work, and if not now, then when?
A week before Christmas 2021, well, my mood is fine, yet I´m holding myself back today. I need to pull today out of the calendar because I felt tired after even a few moments out of bed this morning.
An early morning nap didn´t help that much; however, it freed me from at least some of this profoundly annoying restlessness that keeps creeping up on me.
I have a firm belief that a good conversation with my beloved husband will sort out the rest of my mixed emotions for today and this week as a whole until now.
He rests now, along with all our philosophical cats and our little, wise, old dog.
Later, I will have to call my father without letting him know that we might not meet this Christmas. I want to spare him the worries until next Wednesday when we get the final answer from our neighbor.
And, should he not come, I will make a video of what we are doing every day and call him as many times as he wants.
It lowers my mood, it feels a bit uphill right now, and it is one of those things that seems to always happen when you least expect it at the most impractical moment.
But I want to stay strong and sane, so I keep up the good spirits, I turn to creative diversions, and I write about it. It helps me to re-focus and keep on the hard work living with bipolar disorder and anxiety in these times of deep and alarming trouble everywhere, all the damn time, pardon my French.
Round three with Corona, well, it ain´t my kind of dance, but come on, we are as ready here as it is possible to be in modern times.
As long as it doesn´t interfere too directly with our life here.
Right now, life feels like living on an isolated island. Here, everything is calm and safe. But, outside, the human factor in all its extremes these years.
A week before Christmas 2021, I ask the Universe for reborn light, inspiration, and a balance of emotions. Please grant me guidance, protection, and mental stamina. As I will it, then let it be, and so it is.
Please stay safe out there, dear readers and followers. And may your weekend be soothing, calming, and mentally energizing. May the people of this world stop fighting between themselves. And may my current level of anxiety be the new normal to work with rather than brutal attacks to recover from.
As we all will it together, so mote it be. Blessed be and be careful, world.
Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.
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