Yesterday, many weeks of careful preparations culminated in a beautiful, fun, and heartwarming garden party.
Present were my eighty-four-year-old father, our old neighbor who drove him here and back home, and four friends for life.
BBQ under the open sky, twisted by the typical Danish Summer weather, changing between sunny and warm to windy and wet, lots of laughter yet also those special moments of peaceful happiness, and all the way through the afternoon to early evening happened here.
And time went on relentlessly, although we inside wished for it to never stop.
In my husband’s beautiful, wild, and welcoming garden, we created magick together in those happy hours, where a mix of well-being and emotional joy of life was the only agenda.
Now, my husband and one of the philosophical cats powernap, and the little wise, old dog lies under a blanket, refreshed by his morning routines in the garden, and enjoys the peaceful and quiet atmosphere here.
Afterparty reflections on a rainy Sunday afternoon include my current state of ever-changing moods. Today is a well-known yet uncanny sensation of the first frosty mental touches from depression, the backstage to my preferred manic episodes.
During the course of a year, I have tried to track my changing mood to get to know each one properly.
My tendency is long periods of controlled mania and short states of equally controlled depression.
This garden party was the ultimate test of my mental capacities and level of inner balance and outer stability. It was a significant success.
And this morning, I walked 5 km/app. 3.1 miles, with my dear friend who wanted to show me a route around our little town.
Topping that with what???
A slight weight loss helps bring balance and extra mental energy.
So, it has been a great week with lots of work but plenty of time to enjoy it with good people, the rarest kind.
Next week doesn’t look busy at all, except for next Sunday. My husband and I will have known each other for fourteen years. When we met so many years ago, we didn’t dare to dream about life in its current version.
What we will do to celebrate, we don’t yet know, as we at the same time need to rest and reload our mental batteries. Perhaps go out for dinner, or even better, prepare something delicious together and set a beautiful table for two at home.
Afterparty reflections on a rainy Sunday do, however, not include any words about how crazy people behave on Mother Earth, as my words will only point out the obvious conclusion that we all really need to shape up and do what life’s all about in my point of view:
To live it fully every second we are so lucky to get.
In a peaceful and tolerant approach to other people, with a positive outlook on both sweet and sour moments on our paths, and out of respect for Mother Nature.
I try to become the best possible example of that every day. I’m so certainly not perfect at all, but I try to only use what I really need. Rather than craving what I want, or I’ll feel wronged and act as a spoiled rotten brat.
We live in both dangerous and forever-changing eras. There are many, many people out there who do need, as in MUST, to change behavior and stop consuming without a second thought about tomorrow.
We have changed our ways and found a much better path to travel through life together.
A long time ago, it sometimes seems.
Yet, on the other hand, fourteen years can change life for the better.
It has been a joyride on a rollercoaster on the loose, but most of all, it is the ultimate ride for me. I have found the love of my life, my knight in shining armor.
The white horse and the princess’s dreams may not look the same as when I listened to fairy tales as a child.
But he is here in my life, and it happens right now in every present moment we are lucky enough to be gifted with.
Afterparty reflections on a rainy Sunday contain, however, my deepest gratitude, all my love, and best thoughts of a better future for the peoples of Mother Earth.
Make love not war.
Do good things, educate people to become good people.
Don’t brag, don’t whine, and don’t pretend.
We can accomplish such things here because we have decided to do it. But, yes, it takes patience, hard work for the rest of our lives, and the iron will to live well even on a strict budget.
It is a sacrifice, and I’m willing to surrender to the Universe. But it is worth it every inch of the way.
The gifts that may follow our alternate lifestyle are unpretentious, they are the real deal, and they are moments of pure joy to be forever cherished.
It took us more than eight years to accept the harsh fact that neither my husband nor I had any abilities left to work and support ourselves. And it took me over five years to recover to my current state of mind.
Life’ has been a rough player at times.
But it taught me early on to fight for what I believe in, those I love, and even the most minor place in the Sun.
And today, after a successful garden party, my mind feels like a ten-tracked expressway, going in all directions at a speed out of my control.
But I’m happy and content. Twenty-five words left to wish you a beautiful day with equal parts of comfortable rest and exciting adventures.
May your week be equally joyful, dear readers and followers. May we all meet in silent online prayer for world peace. And may my transition to my low mood continue so peacefully as now.
So let it be, thank you, dear Universe, goddesses and gods.
Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.
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