Day: February 6, 2023

Returned back to Denmark from Germany with my dear friends on our monthly shopping trip across the border.

Totally and mainly mentally drained after a long day in a car and out shopping. Fantastically enough, there were only a few other people, so everything inside went smoothly.

Now, all my positive thoughts go to the people in Turkey and Syria whose lives were turned upside down last night and again around noon today. Earthquakes are terrifying, as it genuinely is Mother Earth who talks big.

Last week brought the sad news that one of our good friends needs to move to another town in only a few weeks from now. But I believe we will stay in contact and have already agreed to visit each other as often as possible.

Some people arrive, and others leave throughout life.

Last week, both my boss and I got the calendar wrong, as my meeting with the county is due tomorrow instead of last Tuesday. I`m prepared. I´m ready. I´m having a butterfly feeling in my stomach. As it should be.

My mood has changed to a slower position, the thoughtful mode, and the one with the regular breathing exercise to ward off anxiety attacks.

But I´m okay, Self.

These months, I am preparing for the termination of my counseling. After almost six years of practice out of dire necessity, I know in detail how to handle my mental disorders and my physical ailments.

I know from the bottom of my body, mind, and soul that everything will be okay after the Summer break when I plan to have a last meeting and say merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

My counselor may be becoming a friend, but it is not allowed as long as we have a professional relationship.

I will tell her that day that she can come around whenever she is near. It will be tough as hell to let her go, but I know it is the right thing to do.

So far have I come now that I dare again trust myself and my gut instinct in whatever I do. For that, I´m grateful forever.

Throughout this week, more than plenty of work must be done. But Saturday and Sunday are sacred to me. There, this writing witch will relax, be creative, and rest. A lot. I am also in-between moods due to mixed episodes of bipolar disorder.

Therefore, my pace is slower than when in mania. But nevertheless, I choose the battles worth fighting regarding my compliance with my mental disorders. And today is definitely not one to fight anything, as I´m letting go of a fine day, listening to old school music, and sometimes the faster pace also.

To short-circuit me mentally to return to life here at my paradisic spot on Mother Earth. Where I belong, where I enjoy life with loved ones, where I feel I´m experiencing a fairy tale in reality.

A short break is necessary, though, as I need to write with the proper inspiration. The racing thoughts need a quick release in the form of a cup of coffee, a cigarette, and a piece or two of After Eight in the box I bought earlier today.

Now, everything is okay here; there is a peaceful and relaxed atmosphere, and my husband, the wise little old dog, and the three philosophical cats enjoy their daily power naps everywhere around the house.

I want to share my celebration of Imbolc or Candlemas last Friday with a beautiful image of my altar just before the ritual took place.

Now, I call on the Queen of Spring, with a green glass jar, coarse salt, and seven bay leaves. It sits on the windowsill toward the street and receives the sleepy Sun´s last rays during dusk.

My altar is yet to be taken apart and put away until my next ritual about love on February 14, Valentine´s Day. It will celebrate the love between my husband and me, our almost fifteen years together, and everything connected with love, friendship, and mutual respect.

I will plan it the upcoming weekend; it will be my creative input this week. I´m a busy writing witch currently, as I´m working my hard path through my digital Grimoire or Book of Shadows.

Last year was busy, but 2023 so far has been incredible regarding intense physical, mental, and spiritual experiences, workload, and joyous moments.

Busy Full Moon, lazy Monday afternoon. Soon, it will be time for dinner for two, a walk with the dog, and a whole evening of cozy companionship. Speaking about the love of my life, my sweet husband, I need to create a beautiful image of his work in the yard recently,

That I will try to get in the weekend, as the weather forecast goes, as it seems to indicate a touch of Spring there.

Then it will again be time and place for fresh coffee in the garden, listening to birds chirping, life around us in our little city, and the stirring beneath the soil of Mother Earth.

I call for the Queen of Spring to come forth, blessing us with the reborn Sun´s warm rays, mild winds, and happy hours outside.

I pray for world peace, safety for the people of Turkey and Syria today, and the promise of a possible tomorrow.

Come pray in silence online with me.

Thirty-one words left to express my innermost gratitude for every challenge, every tear, and every laughter in my life.

Things happen just as they should; finally home after so many years

May your week be beautiful, life-enriching, and mentally uplifting, dear readers ad followers.

May the Universe, the goddesses, and the gods grant the people of Turkey and Syria happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness.

And may my current mood swing time be as short as possible so I can continue my busy life journey.

As I will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.