This one is for you …
Allow me to bow and thank you for being here at this place with me.
It is a great honor to write to you. I enjoy writing here every Friday.
Form being solely a pagan place, this blog has transformed itself to my firm ground, from which I can grow, both as a human being and a writing witch.
This week has been, at the same time, a rollercoaster on the loose and a refuge for contemplation, recovery, and future hopes.
First, my eighty-three-year-old father announced that the family to our old neighbor, who should have driven him here, had got the Coronavirus. Second, a new wonderful friend offered us that she would take me up to my father, drive us back here, and do it once more after Christmas.
My father answered no to coming here for Christmas, and at first, it hurt my feelings. However, he and I have never been closer than he suddenly can change and behave like a spoiled rotten child.
He is bipolar like me, but he does not want to receive treatment, and from that, I learn not to do the same myself.
But at least we can manage to actually like being together from time to time. I speak with my father three times a week and every day these days.
Third, we got our third shot of Pfizer on Wednesday. The best possible Christmas present to wish for, as the numbers now are worse than ever before.
But after exhausting weeks with massive anxiety attacks and recovery, I have practiced. I have become much better at shielding myself from the constant news stream. Instead, I check what everybody has to check-up sooner or later twice a day.
Today, we began a new Christmas tradition. We went to three places nearby for Christmas fun and Danish hygge (coziness) with our sweet friends. I had created handwritten and handpainted Christmas cards, and they mean a world of true difference to us.
Now, my husband, the little, wise, old dog, and our three philosophical cats rest for a couple of hours before my favorite time at Christmas. Then, precisely at four p.m., we turn on the TV and watch the dear old Disney Christmas cartoons movies.
The table in the living room will be full of all the good stuff, the candles are lit everywhere, and there is a really cozy atmosphere, now that it will only be ourselves and our sweet animals for Christmas.
We have even arranged an untraditional Christmas dinner, just because we can and want to.
I will create beautiful photos and videos and send them by email to my father. Our old neighbor has invited him, so he is taken excellent care of.
And, as if living in a fairy tale, we have snow for Christmas. It came Wednesday, continued on Thursday. This morning, on the morning TV show, as a singer began singing “Let It Snow,” snow came down from the skies in Tivoli in Copenhagen.
Today´s blog picture is from our yard, beautiful with the rays of the Sun fighting its way through the realm of Jack Frost.
This week, I´m preparing for the upcoming challenge in the last week of this oh-so strange yet positive year; I will begin working with my novels again. I will work my main characters through my new deck of Archetype cards.
Suppose I can get a firm hold of them by doing that. In that case, it will be less scary to actually begin the novels without editing until I can present a complete first draft to the world.
Today and tomorrow, however, well, there is only Danish hygge on the program. So tomorrow morning, I will celebrate American Christmas with scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, and pancakes. On my mother´s side, my grandmother was born in the United States in 1909. My great-grandparents went to America in search of a better life in 1906.
So, I´m proud to be a born Dane, but I´m also pleased to be a quarter American by heritage.
Next week, I will publish as usual even though it is New Year´s Eve, just a few minutes before midnight.
It will be my speech for the evening. Our Queen speaks at exactly six p.m, and she has been our Queen for fifty years in 2022. Every year, I write my own speech as my personal way of releasing the past year and look forward to the new with a positive outlook on life.
Today, Christmas is here. So please, dear Universe, teach us humans how to come together rather than apart, so we can beat this terrible virus once and for all. Show us the path to happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness. And open our minds to humility, gratefulness, and decency.
This week, anxiety stayed in its corner. The bipolar is all curled up like a grizzly bear hibernating. I got my weekly call with my counselor, and we agreed to keep up the hard but good work next year. And I have extra medication ready if something should change. It can become necessary to use prescription medicine to calm down. And, knowing my recent history with it, well, I don´t gamble with my mental health.
Now, it is time for my rest. I begin by finding materials for a small creative project as a stand-by help if a diversion is needed. Then, I will write my Christmas greetings on my Facebook profile. After that, it is Disney time. And, finally, our dinner for two, an evening full of quiet peace, and
May your Christmas be merry, peaceful, and one to remember for life, dear readers and followers. May the world find peace ith itself tonight. And may my loved ones, including you, get the best Christmas ever.
Today and tonight, my thoughts go to everybody, please do stay safe.
As we all will it, so mote it be.
Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.
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