Unlike last week, where I felt tired from the toils of a couple of difficult days, I decided willingly this Friday to postpone my weekly writing until today, Sunday.
It feels somehow familiar sitting here around Noon on a wet and bitter cold Sunday, where the only interruption is the usual car spurting down our street.
Unlike last night around 8 p.m. CET, when my husband spotted a person coming out of a window in a house across the street.
We know the owner of the former cinema building that is undergoing construction to serve as new flats.
Therefore, we called the police. But nothing was to be found on the window, except for marks after gloves.
We believe that my husband hindered a burglary from being a success. So the credit goes to him for good citizenship in a time when that term seems far, far away around people in general.
These mind-blowing two first weeks of year three with Corona shadowing life across the globe, well, they make it easy for me to decide to keep writing here, only from today on Sundays rather than Fridays.
Forgive me, please, for not having written that on Friday. Thank you.
When that is said, I feel pretty comfortable now, wearing my morning gown, although it is long past Noon right now.
We just took our little, wise, old dog for a walk. Then, we came home with the rain to the warm and caring place we call home.
My husband lit the candles, found himself a binge-worthy series on TV, and now enjoys a cozy Sunday afternoon with a total absence of interference whatsoever. Not even the usual car is to be heard.
I look forward to Tuesday next week; it is the day of our copper wedding. It means twelve years and six months of marriage. There will be a small brunch with close friends in the morning.
I also anticipate an extra phone call to my father on Thursday, when he will be eighty-four years old.
So it is an eventful week ahead of me. Therefore, my plans for today are to create a love ritual for Wednesday right after the Full Moon Tuesday and keep working hard to make a digital version of my Book of Shadows (BoS).
Then, the energies are more vital than usual to me. So it is time for both minor releases and significant acts of gratitude.
That is what awaits me right after this blog post. Hopefully, it will re-energize me and spark severe creativity concerning my novels.
On the whole, this month equals being busy all of the time. But, thank you, dear Universe, busy with things I love to do.
Even the daily chores are dear to me in the sense that doing just a little bit extra every day makes the difference; we will remember some other day when we grow old enough to reside in a smaller place with just enough room for two.
Yet another Sunday reflection, it feels right to write exactly a blog post on a day with positive undertones of the promise of the coming of Spring.
The light of the day has already grown since the Winter Solstice almost a month ago. But the nights are still tingling with a touch of frost.
We have come mid-term this Winter now. Soon, it is time to plan the first Sabbath of this new year, Imbolc or Candlemas.
The white light festival to me that is. White as the dominant theme in my altar setup and my ritual workings, that is Imbolc to me. Making the spell bottle to wake up the Spring Goddesses from their Winter hibernation in the underworld, far below, yet, at the same time, right here in the present moment.
Perhaps, Sunday is the best day of the week to create something worth reading more than just through a hasty eye. I can look back at an entire week and find many more happy moments than usual.
There was a ladies´ luncheon Wednesday, with good food, wine, and four women laughing at the world and each other.
Followed up by visits and guests on and off a week in a row, it was a pleasure and a joy to participate in that. But now, I´m mentally overloaded, especially from yesterday evening´s unpleasant surprise in the form of burglars and police, so I´m more than happy to be here on my own.
My husband, the little, wise, old dog, and the three philosophical cats have all surrendered to a long and healthy nap in cozy, warm places.
So, I have decided to write on Sundays from now on. And other changes will follow when I get the time to implement my ideas and thoughts to this blog.
And, best of all good that has happened this week; neither my anxiety nor my bipolar disorder has made too much trouble for once.
Only my mixed emotions have caused small ripples in my mind. Still, talking it through with my husband and my counselor, they are transformed into creative diversions from a crazy world outside.
Tonight, it is time for another call to my father. We will probably talk for at least an hour this time because we save the best for the last day of the week.
And tonight, I will end the week by working through a massive bunch of emails and updating my diary calendar.
Now, listening to a peaceful soundtrack, reflecting my relaxed mood despite enough mental disorders for a lifetime.
It feels right to write here on Sundays. It feels refreshing to wait a whole week and then report here. And it feels soothing, calming, and life-affirming doing so, yes.
May your week be uplifting, creative, and worth remembering, dear readers and followers. May there be less complex tasks to sort out. And may deep inner peace be granted to us all.
As we will it, so mote it be.
Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.
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