Day: March 6, 2022

My kind of resistance. My attitude today is sassy yet down-to-earth. And my mood is bettering more and more.

Yesterday, however, was another story.

The cacophony of racing thoughts overpowered me completely, so the only wise idea was to lay down and sleep through the worst parts of it.

With that in mind, I write to you, dear readers and followers, to show my gratitude for my freedom and my rights at this moment in world history.

Well, to be brutally honest, this week has been a strange mix between close to perfect and the harsh reality of human behavior at its worst.

Here, at my little big spot of paradise on Mother Earth, I have begun walking with a friend in the early morning. I need to lose weight, and I need to share stories with her as much as possible. Because she is from the old school, she is one of a kind, and she is someone to hold onto and never let go of.

My husband thrives with his creative work in the garden, which, as today’s picture hopefully shows, is beautiful and good for the body, mind, and soul to be attuned to.

So, to release yesterday’s troubles and to allow the little wise, old dog a garden treat, he and I joined my husband outside. He sniffed in the fresh air, he almost fell asleep on the deckchair, and he looked happy and free.

Springtime.

Next time I go outdoors to my yard, I will carry a basket filled with good stuff to work with while enjoying the more than fair weather.

There will be writing gear, my cell phone for voice recording, pen and paper. In addition, I will add a small creative project like the knitting of a new pair of woolen gloves for my hands. And some witchcraft stuff needs to go in the basket as well.

That is my morning reward after the chores.

And at the same time, it is my resistance toward troubled times.

I will get up every morning with the honest intention of creating happiness around me, my loved ones, and everybody else on my path in life.

I will make the most of every second that I’m alive. And the time is NOW.

I genuinely believe that by diverting at least some of my many thoughts about what is going on in today’s world, it will be possible to overcome the unbearable.

So that life here can continue, however now on a considerably stricter budget than usual due to the ongoing craziness in the world.

My diversion will be in the yard every day with this beautiful Spring weather.

I have decided to include a significant healing ritual in my upcoming Ostara ritual a few weeks. And I light a healing blue candle, followed by a small prayer for world peace every day.

My husband lights a blue and yellow tealight every evening. He has created a flowerbed of blue and yellow pansies.

Springtime.

What an incredible season were it not for a ferocious and absolutely meaningless war. In direct opposition to that, I choose to straighten my mental back and fight back every inch of the way with everything I have got.

And that is the sassy decision to keep living my life to the fullest, doing my best to make life cheerful and happy for me and everybody I meet in my life.

Including you, dear readers and followers.

Let us meet in an online prayer for the Ukrainian people. The form is not so important as the intention of world peace.

Let the free world leaders listen to their people, let cooperation and humanitarianism be the new tomorrow, and destroy all wars by destroying all weapons forever.

And let us agree upon this: keep living our lives and standing up against profound and unforgivable injustice is essential.

I do that by speaking my mind and enjoying life in the garden tomorrow morning.

Besides a troubled world and my timeout yesterday, my general mood is improving, but at a slower pace than usual. However, I have accepted it, and I feel calm and confident inside.

Next week means hello to my new counselor. I get two now, who will visit me alternately. But I’m nonetheless grateful that I have access to that kind of help.

I will need to create a working list to keep track of necessary indoor chores. And my husband and I must finish some of them together because two hands are not always enough.

Springtime.

Every day in my husband’s garden, there comes more and more life. Flowers, birds, bees. And the little wise, old dog simply loves to sniff in the air and close his eyes for the strong Sun.

The fresh air in the morning begins to move my hours from evening and night to morning and afternoon. And especially between seven and eight a.m. is a creative hotspot for my writing adventures. That feeling will I try to convert to my novel project.

I begin by writing snippets outside in the garden. Then, on the first day with bad weather, I will go through my notes and try to write enough chapters for the project to become a reality rather than a dream.

The Sun was good, warm, and strong in the face, and the birds sang, soothing my soul. So it was a good day today. And the evening is quiet, and I can still feel the Sun’s rays on my face.

It is time to read this blog post for my husband before publishing it. After that, I will spend about an hour of work with my digital Book of Shadows.

May your week be blessed with peace and safety, dear readers and followers. May world peace be obtainable through talking rather than warfaring. And may my mood shift to the best possible version of me.

As we all will it, together, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.