Yet another busy, fun, and memorable week with good people. The rarest kind you can imagine, those who stand by you no matter what.
Yes, such people are a rare experience, even more so in times of crisis.
Today, some of us met to share a delicious meal, a couple of glasses of wine, and upcoming plans about a relocation.
We look forward to this event as our friends’ new house is much better and more economical. We also have an ongoing garden project with another friend that will be concluded next weekend.
And later comes a couple of parties to enjoy with the best of moods.
Life is precious; enjoy the ride while it lasts, especially in the kind of times we live in, as in right here and right now.
For as long as I can remember, I have lived my life as were every day the last. That principle is worth its weight in gold now that we really live in troubled times.
I don’t want to waste even a second of the rest of my life on something not worth the effort, including an acquaintance that once was a true friend.
My firm conviction is that if somebody changes behavior and becomes more egoistical than friendly, then it is their obligation to shape up and come to their senses, definitely not mine.
But I’m still polite, I’m still willing to share a cup of coffee every once in a while, and I’m still behaving my best when meeting with somebody, I once took for a true friend.
I banish negativity, however, as I’m way too happy and content to waste precious time at the most perfect moment of my life.
My husband has created a raised bed for me in the yard. Over the next two years, the idea is to buy six medicinal plants every Spring. I plan to use some of them actively in my witchcraft rituals, but only those safe to use.
There is no picture today. After our lunch, I needed to take a more extended rest, so I have not been in the garden to document the latest developments. But I will include a couple of pictures next Sunday to see for yourself, dear readers and followers, just how much my husband is capable of in a garden.
My upcoming witchcraft ritual has been postponed because I ran out of time. There were simply too many other things to attend to this week. Fortunately, to me, witchcraft does not come with strict rules but with love, trust, and responsibility.
As you know, I don’t work any kind of magick if I, for some reason, don’t feel fit for it. But with a whole and fresh new week right in front of me, next week might be so much better.
I have been terrific this week, too, as I have cut back on the amount of news to watch and listen to. However, I do follow some of it because I believe that we all have to.
And it is really, really hard these months. So why, oh why, turn to war, and for what, if I may ask.
It is meaningless, mean, and deeply troubling what happens in these so odd years for humanity.
I shield myself as much as possible, for I can’t bear to watch atrocities and war crimes for much more than a few minutes at a time.
And I will address my counselor with it so that she can help me develop positive thoughts and yet be able to put words to what I feel about the current world situation.
Speaking of positive things, my most recent creative project is to make a wind chime with rainbow-colored butterflies around it. It makes me childishly happy to create rainbows in much of my creative work. And yes, there will be pictures of that, too, as soon as possible.
But today, I believe that my words are strong enough to stand alone.
Life is precious; enjoy the ride while it lasts. My life may, at times, be seemingly chaotic, but nevertheless, I have found my melody in lif, I am happy and content, and for that, I’m grateful.
So, thank you, dear Universe, dear goddesses and gods for every challenge, every delay, and every life experience so far.
Even the weather gods over the southern part of Denmark behave themselves. Spring is here, and the beech tree is becoming greener by the hour.
A couple of days ago, I pulled myself together and worked about forty-five minutes with my novel project that has been sadly neglected for long enough now.
Tomorrow is again a writing day, as I need to create a daily writing schedule. In the beginning, well, one hour may not seem as much time, but with effort and diligence, it is possible to write about 1,000 words.
This is my choice of length of a blog post written by me. Just enough to create interest and preferably suspense from time to time. Today, however, it will be one hour and app. ten minutes, as my arthritis annoys my hands tonight.
With only ninety words left tonight, let me count my blessings and allow myself to enjoy this precious life as long as it lasts.
For my life, I’m more than grateful.
From deep inside my body, mind, and soul, I know that this crazy year is a working year.
No time for meaninglessness, no need to look back into a constant past or forward to an more than unsure future. And definitely, no other place to be than in the present moment.
Precious life; enjoy the ride while it lasts.
May your week be sunny, life-affirming, and beautiful, dear readers and followers. May every war stop, every weapon be destroyed, every precious life be preserved. And may my current-controlled manic mood stay for as long as possible.
As we all will it together, so mote it be.
Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.
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