It is bitterly cold, freezing, outside today. The return of Jack Frost was abrupt, as if out of nowhere, and harsh on my osteoarthritis. However, the whole day has been filled with different activities, from fitness class to cooking my first meal in a very long time.
Now, I believe it is time to do much more of the cooking stuff, which has been quite an issue for me throughout life. I want an experience that can boost my confidence in my cooking abilities.
Besides, I need to be able to cook a decent meal, as everybody should be able to. It will take time and a lot of patience from my husband, who usually does the cooking around here.
The return of Jack Frost also shows me that I need to work harder on my mental disorders in these dark Winter months. I simply don´t have time for the SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) anymore in my life.
There is so much going on here that every split second must be spent on my beautiful family, my sweet friends, my beloved philosophical cats, and the little wise, old dog.
Last week, I was deeply saddened to learn that two of my dear friends, a sweet couple, have decided to break up. But nothing can be done here except let them know that my husband and I are right here and that they still are welcome.
Several of our friends have more than their fair share of trouble stemming from health issues, family problems, and late effects after a close encounter with Covid 19.
So, I try my best to cheer them up, help them, and talk them through it, honestly and direct, as I don´t believe in beating around the bush.
Therefore, I´m more than happy to engage myself in a fresh new week. Tomorrow and Wednesday, it will again be time to visit the social houses and learn about people in a thought-provoking and life-affirming manner.
I will follow a friend to the hospital on Thursday, where she will undergo a complex and extensive leg operation.
Friday and the weekend are yet to be filled with activities and social gatherings. Still, I plan to relax with a brand-new creative project and work with my digital Book of Shadows.
It is a little early to prepare for my upcoming Yule/Winter Solstice witchcraft ritual. Therefore, I will work on missing parts of my Book of Shadows. They are missing, as I have only practiced as a solitary cottage witch for six years.
And there is only enough time to work on one subject at a time. But there are plenty of different themes to work on, so I never need to fear getting bored in my lifetime.
The return of Jack Frost also reminds me that next Sunday, it will be the First Sunday of Advent, meaning it is due time to begin decorating our home for Christmas. This year, my eighty-four-year-old father will attend here with us, and I simply can´t wait to spend precious time with him again.
We will have five days together, and we already have many plans to prepare. First, we want my father to meet with our friends for a traditional Christmas party on December 26. Then, the day after, my dear friend, with whom I walk and attend fitness class every morning, will prepare him and us a delicious meal.
Last week was hectic, short, and so live-affirming and challenging that I still need to clear my mind from the many life lessons I learned.
Yesterday, I was on the cell phone with my father. Simultaneously, I ironed a massive pile of clothing, tablecloths, and old, sweet handkerchiefs from my late mother.
Some of the hankies I have used to create a beautiful, old-fashioned curtain for my bathroom window. I did it with a friend who knew how to handle a sewing machine and the art of teaching it to me as she worked through the project.
The curtain is today´s blog picture, by the way.
The next project is to put the finishing touches on a birthday gift to a friend for Friday, where there also will be a ladies´ luncheon to enjoy. Again, it is a homemade wind chime (the image follows next Monday).
As for now, I will wrap up with a few thoughts on life here at this sacred spot of Paradise on Mother Earth.
I live a fairy-tale life. Practically everything seems to work harmoniously together right here, right now, and I genuinely feel that I live the best years of my life so far. Despite world chaos, everyday challenges from bipolar disorder, ADHD, anxiety, and constant racing thoughts, I live a happy life on a strict budget.
We have learned our life lessons the hardest possible way. And, I willingly admit, we are strict on saving before spending, recycling, and giving each other enough space to maintain a strong marriage in year fourteen.
For that, I´m so grateful, dear Universe, dear goddesses, and dear gods.
It is definitely not a matter of course to live like that. It takes hard work, daily consideration about the details of saving energy and thereby having to spend less on the bills, and iron will to do what my husband and I do with our life.
So, thank you, dear husband, for giving the many opportunities for happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness.
May your week be blessed with domestic bliss, lots of love and friendship, and positive life experiences, dear readers and followers.
May there soon be peace on Mother Earth, as it is highly due time for a better future than human beings so far have been able to pave the way for.
May my current manic episode be of long-lasting character. I really need the high energy levels right now; thank you, dear Universe, thank you, dear goddesses, and thank you, dear gods.
So mote it be. Blessed be.
Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.