Month: September 2022

Let´s grab hold of the positive news this week.

To begin with, this week has been and keeps returning to busy on the mood meter. It has been 32 years since I last put my feet on a sailboat and spent a whole day at sea. Monday, I faced the experience again. However, we sailed using the motor only, which was great joy with beautiful Fall weather.

Tuesday, we played a few darts at the social house and talked a lot about everything and nothing at the same time. Gradually, I get to know more and more special people there, and I simply love spending time and effort there with them.

On Wednesday, it became stressfully busy, but I adapted myself to swiftly changing situations and moods of the people who showed up at the social house during the afternoon and early evening. Perhaps my busiest time in years, but this time everything went just as expected with a positive outcome for us all, co-workers and fellow citizens.

Thursday, well, a stressless morning was released by a cozy, warm, and beautiful Fall afternoon and early evening with two close friends and a couple of glasses of wine.

Friday, my husband went all-in, buying some building materials so that he can finish his latest project, putting up drywalls in our home to hopefully save us money on the heating bill this Winter. This he successfully did together with a good friend this early Sunday morning.

Yesterday was party time. We celebrated two friends who are now both 65 years old. First, eating brunch together at a beautiful local restaurant. Second, spending a couple of fun and life-affirming hours with them and some of their guests in their home.

Today´s low was to undergo a Covid 19-test. But fortunately, it proved negative. However, as I work with handicapped people, I will wait for my boss´s answer tomorrow before I go to work next week.

For Sunday highs, I can mention the following schedule for me today:

• Writing this blog post for you, dear readers and followers.
• Planning next week´s endeavors and creative pursuits.
• Sharing a delicious late afternoon dinner with my husband (whenever electricity is low cost).
• Beginning my new 5D Diamond image, which portrays a beautiful sunset beach scene with two hearts written on the sand.

Yet Sunday lows are small yet inevitable life challenges that I have to face living with bipolar disorder, mixed episodes.

Today, I know by heart, mind, and soul that it is definitely not the time for listening to or watching the world news.

There are way too many influences on my mixed mood today, so I shield myself instead and try to bury myself in the work I love to do, which happens to be writing, planning, and having fun with tiny beads.

Right now, my moods are fighting each other pretty strongly. But I keep fighting back every inch of the way by working turns with my digital version of a Book of Shadows and this post, respectively.

Sunday highs and lows; as the title indicates, today is a time of change and transformation. The weather forecast speaks of a proper comeback to Fall when it feels the worst throughout next week, or at least until Friday.

Simultaneously, I´m looking forward to the phone conversation with my eighty-four-year-old father later today. We live far away; however, we speak on the phone three times a week. We began when the Corona-virus arrived on the scene. And we keep doing it to get to know each other on a different plane than the physical meeting.

This Christmas, we will meet here in my home, and it will be great to have him here. This year, we make our own traditions, as the world has changed a lot since my mother died eight years ago on September 28.

If anything, our politicians laugh at us right, no matter the party. The newest addition to that is the so-called inflation package they had the nerve to present to us this week. Seldom are so many deceived and misguided by so few.

Soon, there will be an election for our parliament, the Folketing. I don´t know yet if I´m going to vote or not, as I mistrust those who are elected at this moment. I wouldn´t buy a used car from any of them.

They will have to show empathy toward the weakest among us; otherwise, I stay home when election day comes.

I will not borrow money from the state of Denmark to pay my energy bills. Do they think I´m downright stupid, especially in times of crisis?

But I´m more than willing to change my behavior and habits to save money and energy. We switch off everything electrical every night before bedtime, except for the fridge and the freezer. We eat whenever electricity is cheapest, or my husband uses his outdoor kitchen and grill to cook.

And we share this incredible life journey with a positive outlook every day we are lucky to awaken to.

Last, my husband and I shared a beautiful Mabon ritual Friday. First, we cleansed ourselves with sage incense. Next, I did a full-house incense cleansing. Then we celebrated this year´s harvest of material prosperity and positive mental energies from the time spent with old-school friends.

Sunday highs and lows will be the remaining issue of the day, but I´m more than content with and grateful for my current path through the maze of life.

I deliberately choose no image for today, as I´m not in the mood for technical maneuvers on the laptop. Besides, my words are strong enough for publishing text only.

May your week be blessed with happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness, dear readers and followers. May the world come to its senses and people behave themselves. And may manic rays of life-giving energy soon shine through the tunnel of depression.

As I will it, so let it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

I call back my powers as a witch, writer, and human being. It is time for the witch in me to come back and take control. At this time of the year, I typically write my best. And it is High Noon for us humans to reconcile and work together for lasting world peace.

Next week, Friday, to be specific, I will present a brand new ritual celebrating the Autumn Equinox or Mabon, including a thorough house and personal cleansing.

Next month, in October, I will begin writing my novels again. And, of course, I will present a beautiful, creative, and detailed Samhain Sabbath with everything I have to show and use.

And next year, in January, I will ask my bosses at the social houses where I currently work voluntarily to create a paid job for me. I simply love being there but also need to bring home some extra money to contribute to paying the bills. An early retired citizen in Denmark may work a little bit, and this job is perfect for me.

Yes, a genuine witch comeback is getting closer by the hour. This week, I spent countless hours preparing my upcoming witchcraft ritual. I also finished my flower image, as seen in today’s picture at the end of this blog post. And I just cleaned my Witch’s Den, so spending time there in a couple of days is inviting.

Throughout the week, I have been busy either creating something, helping friends, or making future plans, including going to a concert in January 2023, trying out horse-riding again sometime in the Spring, and finishing my first novel during next year.

But I have also practiced a lot of self-care, such as extended power naps in the afternoons, except for the time at the social houses, listening to great old-school music, and writing my heart out every evening to relax and wind down after some pretty long days.

A witch comeback feels so good. It has been quite a while since my latest ritual at the Summer Solstice, way back in June.

Somehow, my recuperation period and healing process after releasing a highly toxic relationship in 2021 has been lengthier and more challenging than expected.

It is funny, though, that during a depressive time in my bipolar life, I seem to gain more mental stamina than ever before. In addition, my physical strength is improving slowly but surely, as I now have been attending fitness classes at my local gym for three months.

Never mind a few personal issues that had to be taken care of, I’m now looking at the light at the other end of the tunnel. Today, I felt my first vague sensations of an upcoming mood change for the better, for me, that is.

I thrive when in manic periods, whereas I dread the depressive state. With the correct prescription medicine, therapy, and my own daily hard work, I have successfully learned how to cope with bipolar disorder, anxiety, ADHD, and probably more to top that.

My osteoarthritis is also back, however, which is thrilling right now. It hurts like hell all over my body, not helping with the unstable weather conditions.

But, despite many sorts of ailments and flaws, I somehow manage to remain both sane and happy at the same time. Because I feel that I really live a privileged life.

I share my life with the husband of my innermost dreams, old-school friends for whom I will walk through hell and back, and a little wise, old dog and his three philosophical cat sisters and brother.

I live in a fun big house with enough physical and emotional space to be the person I was born to become; there are endless opportunities to work with creativity and magick, and even on a strict budget, it is possible to enjoy life to its fullest.

I live every day as if it were my last on Mother Earth. I make a virtue of expressing my feelings and gratitude to my loved ones daily. And I thank the goddesses and gods of the Universe every morning I receive to greet them.

A witch comeback is a big thing here, and I also spend a lot of time and dedicated work to create rituals worth attending.

The cleansing part of the ritual is highly needed, as we recently had to manifest a clear no to more trouble with our tiresome neighbor. And ever since we had a new fence, everything has been quiet on that front; thank you so much, dear Universe.

The celebration of this year’s harvest is not so literal as it is mentally life-enriching. We have expanded our friendships with rare people into a daily delight. We really like each other’s company, we like to help each other make the everyday function well, and we keep coming back for more.

And the beauty of the ritual will be stunning, as I plan to use everything I have ready for the remaining rituals of this year.

Today, I believe I made it to the beginning of the other part of the journey, back to the manic episode. From now on, there will only be a few weeks before I can shake off the depressive state, preferably throughout the remainder of this unruly year.

Forty-seven words left to express my deepfelt gratitude toward life and its many facets that I’m lucky enough to experience; well, for my part, I’m more than content. I wouldn’t like to miss out on a single moment, whether that be a typical life challenge or gift.

May your week be filled with happy laughter, wonderful positive experiences, and great moments with your friends, dear readers and followers. May Mother Earth’s people join forces to keep a lasting peace rather than fighting lost causes. And may my change of moods come as soon as possible.

For all that, I’m grateful, dear Universe.

As we will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Tiny drops of icy cold make my body shiver in the mornings, but I still need to walk about my town with a dear friend, whatever the weather conditions.

My mood is on the quiet path right now, much to my innermost dislike. However, I know from deep with my body, mind, and soul that my bipolar friend tends to challenge me with long manias and short depressions.

So, therefore, I’m more than okay, thank you. During a mixed episode, menopause, and changing seasons, it is, fortunately, a lot more fun here than one might think, had I not been so strong and determined to make the most of this life, this once-in-a-lifetime precious gift of being alive.

Fall is here; time to reflect and do some shadow work. Reading between the lines, you will already know that I’m a grey witch, writing and ranting my way through life on Mother Earth here.

Right now, I’m working on several projects at a time. As you can see in today’s picture, I’m processing an image consisting of a frame bought by mistake and some of my husband’s beautiful flowers from the garden.

Simultaneously, I’m planning the upcoming Sabbath of Mabon or the Autumn Equinox. And, of course, writing this for you, dear readers and followers.

My stream of consciousness for today is based solidly on my experiences throughout yet another busy, fun, and life-affirming week.

Especially those concerning meeting other people where they actually are rather than being busy putting them in discrimination boxes.

There’s no need to hide that I’m happy and content with my life right here and now. Today is my creative day, as I have been way too busy the other days to focus my mind on creating both practical and beautiful items that will make my loved ones smile and think positive thoughts.

Rather than memorizing how much happened this week, I prefer, please excuse me for being a bit sassy, for expressing my deepfelt gratitude for my many blessings this season.

Fall is beautiful, too.  

It is one thing to have to live with bipolar disorder and anxiety, but another to actually fight back every inch of the way.

I fight a constant inner battle between the beloved highs and the dreaded lows. I fight for what I believe in, my loved ones, and myself.

My only goal is never to give up, no matter the issues and circumstances. Instead, I remain as sane as possible in these unruly eras of humankind’s worst behavior by trying to look out for beauty, compassion between people, and inner peace.

I need to readjust myself to a new season, colder than expected, and so soon a shift from heatwaves in Summer to clouds and periodic rain.

I need to do a whole house cleansing ritual, as the garden fence story took us some time and effort to move away from ASAP. Negative and stale energy stemming from the sad remains of a toxic relationship must be banished so that peace and calm again set the agenda here.

And I need to reconnect to my inner Self as the Wheel of the Year turns once again toward the balance between day and night.

To do that, I want to create a combined Mabon Sabbath and house cleansing ritual. With all the good stuff in a clean Witch’s Den.

And to work magick is most of all the amount of your own work invested. So next week, I will spend my Thursday cleaning a beautiful yet practical room of mine.

It will be equal parts hard work and peaceful meditation simultaneously. Right before my upcoming witchcraft ritual later this month, I will take a spiritual, mentally cleansing ritual bath. And one part of the ritual is to say a short prayer in silence and use sage incense in every room of the house.

As you can read, it is an exception to the rule if I’m not busy with something almost always. A bipolar brain never “rests,” so relaxing and letting go is a big task for me.

However, I know my body needs more rest in a low mood period. So right after writing this blog post, it will be time for a prolonged power nap, which the little wise, old dog will appreciate big time.

These words and the meaning between the lines are my closest example of creating a stream of consciousness on a beautiful September Sunday, with still more frequent visits of icy cold breaths of wind coming through the half-open window in my Witch’s Den where my husband rests at the moment.

Fall is here; time to reflect and do some shadow work. And so I have; may it inspire a positive outlook on life no matter the challenges.

So much fun, so much hard work, and so much inner peace is my conclusion for this week. Thank you, dear Universe, for allowing me the freedom to live out my innermost dreams.

Thank you for my loved ones worldwide, for every challenge in my life, and for making being strong the only means forward.

As I count my blessings, I’m also painfully aware that the trees don’t grow into the sky for a reason. Nevertheless, I do take my time to recuperate and return to my preferred manic mood.

And, I promise you, it won’t take long this time. I can feel it in every fiber of my body, every abyss in my mind, and every sanctuary of my soul.

With twenty-one words left to write, I can only say this:

Please take good care of yourself and your loved ones.

May your week be blessed with abundant love, friendship, and good fortune, dear readers and followers. May the people of this world unite and work together for peace, happiness, and good health. And may my current journey with the low mood change for the better soon.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Yesterday, our friends, my husband, and I worked together to construct a new garden fence. We want as little contact with our troublesome neighbor as possible.

And today, it is domestic bliss to have open windows in the beautiful late Summer evenings without the usual noise from next door.

Therefore, this blog post is a tribute to friendship. Even those who couldn´t help with the more practical aspects of working with a fence of app. 72 inches in height and length per section showed up later to share the utter joy with us.

Now that we have reclaimed our right to yard privacy, we finally feel relaxed after a hard week.

It has been as busy as always these so-odd years. Monday, it was all about a trip to a beautiful camping area, where a sweet couple amongst our friends used to enjoy spending every free hour. Soon, we will help them move it all to another site, where the atmosphere is better due to a crazy owner at the current location.

Monday also became the day for my weekly visit by my counselor. It felt good to let go and tell her about my frustrations over a badly-behaved neighbor over the weekend.

On Tuesday and Wednesday, well, words don´t suffice to express my gratitude for the possibility of working with people this way at the social houses in my county.

Thursday went along with a good shopping trip to Germany and an interesting phone call from one of the people I work with.

Friday, the old fence came down, and the nerves were pretty much worn thin during the week, with the trouble stemming from a neighbor from hell. We used to know them well, but they lied to us, misused our trust, and took us for granted one time too many last year.

Today, I celebrate the new fence, which you can see below, and the special bond of friendship we share with some rare people.

We are lucky to know them and enjoy their company several times a week. What you see is exactly what you get.

Perhaps we are different from mainstream people in that we all have had more than a fair amount of challenges throughout life yet haven´t forgotten what friendship is really about.

Anyway, a tribute to friendship is the theme for today´s blog post.

We are almost always together, be it for short moments of time or several hours a day at other times. We like to help and support each other. And we enjoy spending meaningful time together talking about funny stories, people of the rarest kind, and everything that matters between heaven and earth.

It is a fun and beautiful mixture of the best time of moments and the deepest well of sorrows. This is really Old School, heartwarming and honest, and extremely rare from our point of view.

I have met many different people in my time already, but never before have I met such sweet and like-minded folks.

I love them from the bottom of my heart and my soul. I feel connected in a way that I have always sought but only found so recently in my life.

And I literally throw anything else aside, should they call and ask for my assistance, no matter the challenge, no matter the time of day and night, and no matter the possible favor later on.

A new garden fence and a tribute to friendship; I feel relaxed and renewed in a way that I have only seldom experienced.

From feelings of being watched whenever outside in my husband´s beautiful garden to a calm gut feeling, there have been more than sixteen months in a row with constant heavy noise, a pile of junk next door, and a much-needed liberation from a toxic relationship.

Next week, however, is almost here, and soon, it will be time to go to bed, as I will get up at 05.10 a.m. Monday morning. Tomorrow is laundry day and hopefully a day of creativity, too, as I plan to create a picture with beautiful dried flowers from my husband´s garden.

Tuesday and Wednesday are all about meeting with my counselor, work at the social houses, and one of several weekly calls to my eighty-four-year-old father.

Thursday, we will meet for another ladies´ luncheon, and Friday, Saturday, and Sunday; well, I will be more than surprised if we do not meet again for some fun and life-affirming reason with our friends.

So, being busy and enjoying life with my friends for life is worth every split second of it. We genuinely meet happy, part happy and meet happy again.

Paying them a tribute by writing about how happy they make me is a great privilege, and I´m so proud of them. They are brutally honest sometimes, but I prefer that to superficial people who are nowhere to be found whenever the shit hits the fan; pardon my French.

With only 121 words left to explain that further, let me tell you so much, dear readers and followers; I include you on my list of friends to celebrate and be forever grateful for.

Besides writing about beautiful people in my life, I have been lazy and allowed myself several power naps during the day after yesterday´s work with the new garden fence.

And tonight, I will conclude this busy and memorable week with a few hours of working with the digital version of my personal Book of Shadows. For more, check my profile on Pinterest (https://www.pinterest.dk/thenorthernwitch/saved/).

Now, however, it is time to wrap up for today and publish this post as soon as possible. See you again next Sunday evening.

May your week be full of adventures to remember always, dear readers and followers. May trouble come to a long-wanted standstill. And may my ongoing depressive state last only for a bit longer so that I can return to my preferred manic mood.

So mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.