Month: January 2023

Hello again, dear readers and followers. Last week, well, life happened so fast that it too soon became too late to write something meaningful in a chaotic and, at times, erratic world.

I have busy butterflies in my stomach. Tomorrow morning at 9 a.m., I will participate in a meeting concerning my future at the social houses in my county.

Other than me, my boss, my counselor, and a boss to top that – let´s just say it triggers many different emotions in me.

Mostly positive vibes; however, my mood slightly changes to the slower lane. To forgive others can be challenging, and to forgive yourself is a quest of courage, iron will, and self-recognition. So please forgive me, dear readers and followers, for not informing you of my missing post last Monday.

Last week, I was told that an important meeting should take place this week. On Tuesday, tomorrow, that is.

I want to know what will be the working schedule henceforth. If nothing goes my way, I will try to continue what I have been doing for almost a year in a few months. Only to come back and ask for another meeting until the vibes are positive. Forgiveness does not necessarily mean forgetting but letting go by the way.

Now, a day before the meeting, I´m enjoying the afternoon on my own as my husband, the philosophical cats, and the little wise, old dog power nap peacefully all around me.

In my ears, music with a fast rhythm, as to mentally short-circuit myself from getting caught in the abyss of racing thoughts, the occasional nasty hiss of anxiety from its corner, and the procrastination tics from my ADHD.

Shifting suddenly without warning to loud rock music, wearing my black bathrobe and fuzzy slippers, preparing myself to go make the afternoon coffee for my husband and me.

Only to go back to the first, my private strategy for following along without losing my firm grip on my mental disorders or my physical ailments.

Whenever the thoughts try to distract me, I change the music to find my perfect writing rhythm for today.

At best, I feel that there is music in my writing. I often dance along, and although I sit down on the couch, I like to write in tune with the music in my ears. My taste in genres is pretty broad; however, it depends more on my mood on any given day.

The time is now for a minor coffee break, inspirative conversation with my sweet husband, and dinner preparations. So please, excuse me, I will be back shortly …

… to pick up the line, I´m preparing my body, mind, and soul for spiritual workings. So today, it will be this evening with the planning of my upcoming Imbolc ritual on Thursday this week.

To me, it means celebrating the returning light from the Sun with lit candles as the only light source in my witch´s den. Calling out for the promised return of the Spring with a glass jar filled with coarse salt and seven bay leaves on the windowsill. And blessing my husband´s beloved garden for the first time this new year.

But for now, I need to let go of what no longer serves me as I write these words. Being busy is becoming the new me, it seems. I split my time between going out of the house to work at the social houses and taking good care of my number one priority in my life, namely my loved ones in my everyday.

Letting go today, right here and right now, feels reasonable and necessary. I can handle the slightest signs of my incoming and outgoing mood swings. And I know from deep within my heart and soul that my patterns are long manias and short depressions.

It is not at all anxiety-provoking to me, as I have learned to gain at least some control of it by practicing breathing exercises and using every strategy available at any given moment in life.

Yes, I have occasional attacks. But they are easier to handle after more than five years of hard daily work.

The procrastination issue is somewhat helped by my innate iron will, work discipline, and mental attitude.

I have a positive outlook on life, however harsh it may sometimes be. There is only one way ahead: to continue to get up happy early in the morning, enjoying every little step on the journey of life. Giving up can never be an option here unless everything has been tried more than just once first.

Forgiveness and positive vibes; the scene here is set with beautiful intentions, a soul-soothing atmosphere, and the perfect mixture of happy laughter and solemn contemplation.

However, turning on my mood meter is way more manageable this time. I have come as far as possible in my attunement with both Nature and my behavioral adjustments.

I now face an ongoing termination of my counseling time. After quite a few years, I need to stand on my own two feet again after quite a few years of help from the outside world.

But it feels okay to slowly end something that has been of indescribable and permanent value to me. I have a burning desire to finally take good care of myself and my loved ones, live a wonderful fairy-tale life here, and help others be a little less lonely.

For that, I´m grateful and content. For that, I thank you, dear Universe, dear goddesses, and dear gods. For that, it is worth fighting every inch of the way. Blessed Be, so it is.

May your week be busy with happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness, dear readers and followers. May the outer chaos come to a rest, at least a temporary one. And may my inner abyss of thoughts and feelings be calmed by the good people around me.

As we will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Dear readers and followers.

Today, I want to reach out to you and politely ask that we, in our thoughts, all meet online for a silent prayer for world peace. For working together to heal Mother Earth and, not least, ourselves.

And for magick in our lives in the present moment.

Today, my sweet husband finished his latest garden project; a small roofed terrace in the yard. It is solid, well-built, and inviting for many meetings with coffee and wine this year.

Today, I discovered that happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness genuinely matter at the end of the day.

And today, everything comes full circle in my life.

This feeling when magick comes alive, even on a pretty strict budget, it is undeniably comfortable.

I feel that I live a magickal life, as everything seems to be connected, and the connection is friendship in the most caring, fun, and authentic way.

We take great care of each other, take the time needed to discuss the ups and downs in the roller coaster of life, and appreciate brutal honesty, decent behavior, and having fun rather than being sad.

There are times, like today, right here and right now, when I feel I live a fairy tale life. I have everything I need, a world of opportunities to become happy about, and good and beautiful people around me twenty-four-seven.

I have been practicing as a solitary cottage witch for more than six years. But experiencing magick can also be all about the everyday.

There need not be special occasions to create magick. Ritual forms are only limited by the extent of fantasy. And tools come in many versions, too.

My budget is always strict. So recycling is a must here in my paradise on Mother Earth. Yet much can be done with very little.

I went to a larger city today with a friend and peer to get my laptop evaluated. It is getting worn, but I didn´t want to spend 5,000 DKK (app. 727 American dollars). I need to save a little extra money before buying another, let alone a relatively expensive, new laptop.

And this old one will have to wait until I can pay in cool cash until that day. But it works, and my needs with it are covered. Moreover, it only takes a little longer to use it, as a new one would not.

Regarding magick, I could probably create a unique witchcraft shop full of many different kinds of props, tools, and decorations.

So, everything is as it should be from my window to the world.

When magick comes alive, that is when I wake up early in the morning, that is when I meet good people throughout the day, and that is when I go to bed happy most days.

Today, a friend and I resumed our habit of early morning walks. It is Winter, we visit a very ill woman in the mornings, and the light has to fight hard with the darkness. But it felt terrific to walk and talk with her about life´s many twists and turns.

This morning, my fitness class was uplifting, challenging, and fast. But, coming home meant a short pitstop and, soon after that, a more extended trip to a large city with many places, people, and shops to manage, living with a couple of mental disorders.

And now, as of this writing, I simply must express my deepfelt gratitude that my life feels like a fairy tale. By writing thank you, life, thank you, ancestors, thank you, dear Universe, dear goddesses, and dear gods.

This week, I really need to finish my 5D diamond image, as I have many other upcoming creative projects on my mind.

There are also practical chores and other necessary things to do. So, busy as ever, how do I find the time to re-evaluate this blog, including my choices about images and videos?

Sometime during this Spring, I will return to the subject with new and fresh ideas for the future content here. By closing many creative projects this Winter, I hope to find extra time to spend just a little more on caring for this blog.

Concerning my current mood, I´m continuing to be as stable as possible, working my way through the forever-racing thoughts, and healing myself by using shadow work often enough to change in due time for a forever-changed world.

Weekly, however, tiny yet icy-cold signs of anxiety and melancholic nostalgia snarl at me from their “corners.” I´m trying to stop it right away with light breathing exercises. And, so far, that strategy seems to do the job.

I feel safe, happy, and content, and I have the best of people around me, including you, dear readers and followers.

These weeks of waiting, they make me alert, attentive, and determined. I´m waiting for a job interview in my county. I plan to ask more than once if need be because I love my job at the social houses. I believe that there is a good chance that I will succeed.

And if not, well, then I will wait a couple of months before asking again.

When magick comes alive, everything feels like the world coming full circle. And I have learned recently that it is in the everyday that we might be lucky enough to experience it.

Now, it is time to call it a day and carry on with whatever challenges and fun moments life throws at me. Thirty-three words left to show you the beauty of this day. Happiness in real-time. Inner peace in abundance. Good health in taking my fitness classes one by one. Kindness in my loved ones.

May your week be enjoyable, heartwarming, and full of happy laughter, dear readers and followers. May we all let go of what no longer serves us. And may my mental stamina remain strong, reliable, and valuable.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

What was supposed to be written yesterday had to be postponed until today. Sorry for the inconvenience, dear readers and followers.

But the weekend proved to be draining for me, as I have spent at least a couple of hours searching through ALL of my written work, both written by hand and laptop.

I used to have a perfect set of helpful notes for my new Tarot deck, The Herbcrafter´s Tarot. But somewhere through last year, they seem to have disappeared into thin air for no apparent reason whatsoever.

Nothing was found in my handwritten material, whether witchy or not. Nothing was found on my laptop. Nothing was found, but it left me with the feeling of being played by some inexplicable force. Looking through the booklet in the deck, I know by every atom in my body, mind, and soul that I did create something, as I can recognize what I read in the booklet.

And on top of that, I began my fitness class with a rather nasty anxiety attack as I was warming up to handle the machines. It kept haunting me throughout the day, so I couldn´t stay focused long enough to write anything meaningful.

But today, I´m well and okay again, thank you.

I´m a busy writing witch, working with my Digital Book of Shadows and my Pinterest account. There are countless hours of hard work before me. Still, I need to transfer everything to the digital version, as my arthritis attacks my hands, so that handwriting is no longer an option for me, except for rare occasions.

My novel adventure has yet to find time in my busy schedule. And to be frank, inspiration has not struck me for a long time, so I don´t mind postponing this project. However, I would rather wait than write something terrible.

But I created a small New Year and Happiness ritual yesterday, as I wrote about last week. The main experience was to piece together two spell jars that hopefully will bring us happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness in 2023.

My husband assisted me in sealing the spell jars with colored wax. But I was somewhat stressed, so I forgot to create beautiful images for you, dear readers and followers.

My next ritual will be the celebration of the festival of Imbolc on February 2, 2023. I will work with the cell phone from the planning phase to the actual ritual activities there.

Right now, I´m listening to fast, orchestral music so that my racing thoughts won´t disturb my writing. I feel happy and content, knowing that my work today at the social house was appreciated, both by the people there and my boss.

I´m furthermore proud of my efforts this morning, assisting my husband with many more daily chores than I used to be able to do.

My hard hours in the fitness gym have paid off big time. I have lost weight, reduced my fat percentage, and raised the weight on the machines.

My husband and I are working harmoniously to save money to do some of the stuff we love: taking care of the house and garden, crafting beautiful and functional projects, and living life as if today were the last.

Despite a crazy world, despite a troubled past, and despite everything, we have managed to come back to life after many, many years of living in the way-too-fast lane.

We are happy. We are safe. And we are privileged.

For all that, we are grateful. Thank you, dear Universe, dear goddesses and gods.

Today, I don´t count the words. Today, I simply write my heart out. And today, I need to write less than usual to spare my hands.

So, may your week be beautiful, engaging, and life-enriching, dear readers and followers. May world peace be the new rich. And may my arthritis shut up and leave me alone.

As we will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

2023 began as busy as 2022. Therefore, I decided to write this blog post a day later than usual. I needed to see what happens if you write down what you have done during the day instead of making plans only.

After only two days, the result is striking, as I have accomplished much more than I thought possible.

I don´t like New Year´s resolutions. At all. I prefer to act rather than plan. So, my idea is to write what I actually do daily for a whole year. Then, it will be fun and thought-provoking to check my actions on New Year´s Eve 2023.

My husband and I shared an actual Happy New Year without trouble, without the usual scary moments for our beloved pets, and without hangovers on the first day of the new year.

Last week, we had a fabulous Christmas party with both family and friends. Yesterday, it was due time to take down and put away the decorations, the leftovers, and the new beautiful memories.

Today, what was left from yesterday´s cleanup became sorted, and now everything is back to normal everyday.

I´m getting so much closer to finishing my 5D diamond image, I have clean and tidy creative spaces, and I now need to take on new adventures this brand-new year.

The first task will be to work my way through many papers, especially those related to the household economy, my novel, and my physical version of a Book of Shadows.

Then, it becomes time to write a prioritized list of creative projects and important household makeover projects.

My husband and I try our best to save as much money as possible, not only because it is necessary these odd years due to a world in chaos but also because it has become a significant sport here to reduce the living costs so that there is a little more to spend on more fun stuff.

An actual Happy New Year to me is not to be so economically dependent on the outside world that every thought, every action, and everything is about money or the lack of it.

In due time, we succeeded in changing our lifestyle to a much more coherent one where there is enough space, both economically and mentally, to remain reasonably sane and, at the same time, to evolve into two independent people with an inclination to live in harmony with each other.

This means that today we have built a safe haven in the southern part of Denmark. Our budget may seem somewhat strict, yet it is more than strong enough to take us through even the worst of what the world has to offer in that direction in 2023.

Above all, we agree upon the most fundamental issues in our lives; we have decided not to argue about stuff that could and should be treated with honor and decency rather than harsh words and fights without a reasonable cause.

Today, I can write on my calendar that I did much more than I have done for a very long time. Not that I have been lazy; on the contrary, I have been in the process of recovering from an arduous life filled with misunderstandings, life-long consequences of wrong choices in my youth, and not knowing until late in life that I have unwelcome “friends” in my mental baggage; bipolar disorder, four anxiety disorders, and ADHD.

I´m now so recovered that it will soon be time to say goodbye to my weekly meetings with my talented counselor.

At the same time, I´m working hard to achieve a little part-time job in my county at the social houses where I have been working voluntarily for more than seven months.

I have a safety line, though. My counselor has told me she can set up six months of visits without consulting my social worker beforehand if the need should arise for me.

The thing about bipolar disorder and anxiety is that it is never predictable. I have to live one day, one hour, and one minute at a time, as I never know how my mood swings and anxiety will behave.

Therefore, I make plans with enough space for the days when the only thing to do is to stay on the couch watching binge-worthy TV series. Since I don´t mainly watch that much TV, such days are pretty rare nowadays, including my depressive periods.

An actual Happy New Year is already happening here in my paradise on Mother Earth. The only dark horse is what will happen in the crazy world that we all live in.

My only answer is to live each precious moment as if it were my last, every day, every split-second, without wasting time looking back at past unhappiness, past disrupted inner peace, past lingering health, and past opposites to kindness.

Today, everything feels perfect; nothing except for the outside world can disturb my path.

My inner witch is making herself both visible and audible. I want to plan a brand-new witchcraft ritual this week. It will continue next week with a more detailed view of its performance on Monday, January 9, 2023.

You are invited in, and I will guide you through it as it happens.

When my laptop has been cleaned and updated, my vision is to make some video for you, beginning with a full tour of my Witch´s Den.

Twenty-eight words left to greet you, express my gratitude for being able to write freely here, and let you know that I look forward to writing for you this year. Thank you.

May your week be full of new-found hope, generosity, and positive life-changing moments, dear readers and followers.

May this year be full of happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness; thank you, dear Universe, dear goddesses and gods.

And may my life continue full of days like today, where everything comes full circle.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.