Day: January 9, 2022

Please excuse me for not having posted this Friday.

To be quite frank, I haven´t slept well this week. I have been up earlier than usual, and my husband and I have had to tackle a lot of practical everyday stuff, the kind one simply has to get done whether we like it or not.

Monday, in particular, was a rough ride, as my online bank, without prior warning, ordered me to clear my browser so that I could have spent hours re-establishing the growing number of user names and codes that we all have to use in today´s modern online world.

As it happens, I found a faster solution; the security issues, however, make me wonder. I feel overwhelmed by the mere thought of working my way out of unnecessary trouble stemming from the outside world.

So, I save my resentment to dealing with banks, payment days, and paperwork to the next payment day. Yet it almost ruined my day, mainly because of the ludicrous amount of time spent on needless nonsense, insulting everybody´s intelligence.

Tuesday was equally filled with the task of storing away Christmas ornaments and, at the same time, tidying up in my creative dens all over the house.

Then came Wednesday, and something began to stir in my body, mind, and soul. I´m trying to transfer the many volumes of my Book of Shadows to a digital version on the laptop and cell phone.

Arthritis has caught up with my hands, so that it takes too much time to write so much as I do. And to say the least, I have to think creatively, for my hands hurt lesson the keyword than with paper and pen.

But I will keep writing some by hand; only the best material will pass for my handwritten quality pages, may it be a beautiful poem, a drawing with an inscription, or a ritual worksheet.

It is a long-term project, as I have created a lot in the five years, I have lived as a practicing, solitary cottage witch.

Thursday was busy as hell and back, and on Friday, my energy ran low. My mood, however, is to the faster side, where the critical issue is to maintain at least some focus so that my racing thoughts don´t run off with me.

I, therefore, decided not to write a blog post until today, Sunday. I needed a break, a couple of days to recover, work in-depth with my Book of Shadows, only replaced with the daily chores and much-needed sleep in the afternoons.

My first ritual in the new year will be the celebration of the first Full Moon and, at the same time, our copper wedding, which in the Danish tradition encompasses not less than twelve years and six months of marriage.

January 18, 2022, the day itself will be marked with a brunch with our closest friends. The witchcraft ritual is scheduled for the following morning, just for my husband and me.

Better late than never, I discovered a harsh, however important, truth when I went through five years of practicing witchcraft. Reading thoroughly through my written rituals, I can see a pattern of disruption until we finally, last year, got the necessary courage and determination to end a toxic relationship.

And it was the right decision; it always will remain so.

I´m also working on my list of new creative projects for my diversion strategies whenever my bipolar disorder and four anxiety disorder decide to play tricks with my body, mind, and soul.

As I´m writing this, I´m at the same time diverting myself from an annoying feeling of restlessness. Until recently, it has haunted me in the early evening hours, but now it seems to visit me in the afternoons.

Writing helps me re-focus and concentrate my mind so that racing thoughts and the false sense of excess energy won´t be as big an issue as if I didn´t act right away on my mental impulses.

This week was also filled with happy visits to and by good people. I helped one of them gather wood for her fireplace. She suffers particularly from arthritis, and her hands are so much worse than mine.

I grabbed a couple of days out of the calendar when Friday came along. Recovery is not only to do in case of an emergency, an accident, or a coincidence. I need to often recover due to my mental disorders and physically due to severe lower back pain.

And it has been soothing, calming, and relaxing to do just that. So now, I´m ready for yet another new week with whatever life may find amusing to throw at me.

By living in the present moment, being creative in everything I do, and using myself as a living example to myself and others, I´m at peace.

I have fought my way through life so far, and I will continue to fight for the rest of my life. I stand up for myself and my loved ones, I work hard to obtain my lifetime goals of becoming the best possible version of myself, and I dare to speak up about my weaknesses and strengths.

Better late than never, I have found a place to name home. I´m happy and content with my life, my loved ones, and the conditions under which this fairy tale is possible.

Brutal honesty, common decency, and hard work. If I want something to happen, well, then I must work hard to reach my dreams. Nothing comes for free in this world, perhaps except wasted time doing tiresome everyday chores like online banking and equally tedious paperwork.

May your week be merry, filled with joy, laughter, and happiness, dear readers and followers. May the Sun soon grow in power, may my fairy tale life continue to surprise and impress me, and may the people of this fragile world find deep, inner peace.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.