The Northern Witch' s Blog

Due to Christmas celebrations and the visit of my father, this week’s blog post will be publisher tomorrow evenings and not today, Monday, as usual.

Looking forward to write for you, dear readers and followers.

Merry Christmas everyone.

Merry Christmas and Happy Yule, dear readers and followers. A week early, perhaps; however, I feel the inner need to express my deepfelt gratitude, bow my head in a silent online prayer, and yet show my childlike happiness.

With both awe and a light drop of emotional pain, I now walk you through this past week of yesterday.

As usual, these odd years, and in particular 2022, it was hectic, busy, and inspirational to the degree that I have only met before on the rarest occasions.

I have also been torn between clashing emotions, as the breakup of two of my dear friends hurts like hell, simultaneously with the other extreme feeling of deep and lasting love between my husband and me.

Yet I also know but gut feeling and from the bottom of my heart, mind, and soul that sometimes life and love hurts. It won´t last forever, though. So, to turn a negative input into positive affirmations that I´m pretty alright here in the southern part of my country, Denmark, let me assure you that life here otherwise is as good as it gets.

I´m getting so much closer to letting go of my counselor next year. My moods are stabilized, my anxiety is silent but awake, and my ADHD helps me stay creative and alert when necessary.

And I now plan to ask my county to hire me for real and good. I simply love my voluntary work at the social houses, where I have been lucky enough to meet courageous, strong, and lovable people who, despite their physical and mental handicaps, can teach me empathy, friendship, and gratitude for my own life.

But I also got to live with inflation, war, and a more crazy world. And by January 2023, the tax authorities will no longer deduct my separate income from my husband´s early retirement money. I can work ten hours a week. Better than nothing at all; besides, I simply got to try to work more permanently with this.

I will plan my Yule/Winter Solstice witchcraft ritual in the weekend ahead. Its theme will be beauty and light as we celebrate that the Sun will regain more of its power over the darkness after this day. And my husband and I will decorate our home for Christmas, more than we have done in the latest couple of years.

My eighty-four-year-old father will join us this Christmas, and he arrives here on Friday, December 23, also a day of magick, the nameless day (Celtic).

Therefore, we do the little extra needed to make it both cozy and inspiring to come here from far away in the country and by train.

So, despite being sad about the breakup in our little clan of dear and true friends, I´m happy and content with all the rest.

I feel so privileged, and I work hard daily to express my gratitude in deeds and words. I have a sweet and caring husband, I have close friends nearby twenty-four-seven, and I have the possibility of being creative even though we live on a stricter budget than the last couple of years.

And gratitude, love, and kindness will be the main focus of my Yule ritual next week.

I believe from the bottom of my heart that Christmas kindness should be an everyday thing reserved for us all. To me, kindness is not an expensive gift. It is the everyday that holds the most days anyway.

Being kind to my loved ones, being kind to the people I meet at the social house, and being kind rather than fighting anyone.

But, trust me, I will stand up and fight for my loved ones, myself, and my beliefs.

If the need arises only, though, I also believe in world peace between people and Mother Earth. However, the likelihood of that is not up to me alone. But I pray for it every day, how it would be beautiful and relaxing.

Yule next week, Christmas 2022, and many plans and stuff to do; thank you, dear Universe, dear goddesses, and dear gods, for my current mood. It is wild yet controlled enough to allow me to just live my life as it shows up.

I definitely need the extra energy, especially the mental part, as my husband hurt himself last week, so a finger needs caring love. I told him, of course, to slow down, but he is my soul mate.

Therefore, I know by heart that he is as energetic as I am. Next week, I will take some photos of his latest creative work. It should be appraised, for he knows what he is doing.

We even learn the same way; trial by error.

Now, it is high time to relax and let of a positive and fine Monday in Denmark in December 2022. I have been up since 05.45 a.m. CET this morning, and tomorrow is the exact time as it has been for a couple of months.

We have a friend with a very ill sister with whom we share the morning coffee and a long talk. It is both demanding and profoundly touching to know her, as she is a sweet yet very ill woman.

It is necessary to help her, and it feels just right in the bottom of my heart, mind, and soul.

Being kind in both words and actions is a challenging and sometimes rather lonely adventure. But now, I get to pay just a little back in gratitude.

May your week be full of happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness, dear readers and followers.

May world peace and respect for climate change be on the agenda for our politicians upstairs. They really need to pull themselves together and do what it takes to heal Mother Earth.

And may my current mood stay stable and keep me working hard to do my best in everything I write and do.

So be it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Above all, please forgive me for not writing last Monday. I simply ran out of time due to having a lot to do at home, preparing for my eighty-four-year-old father´s Christmas visit here.

At the same time, my husband and I are extremely busy redecorating the house, so we can keep living here. Unfortunately, energy prices have risen dramatically, so we decided to put up plaster walls and an extra door, letting go of a spare room where the big former business window is full of cracks, making it icy cold and windy in our living room.

After all, we live in a former takeaway shop, where practically all the windows need to be changed to avoid drafts and save money on energy bills.

The last fourteen days have been hectic, filled with extra chores and hard work carrying the content of two bookcases upstairs. The spare room is now only for flowers and plants because it is too damp to keep other stuff there.

As a result, my shoulders pay the price and hurt like hell. It was a nightmare going to my fitness classes last week, as some of the exercises involve using the shoulders. But I´m pretty tenacious, and at least I managed to do most of them without whining and making faces despite intense pain.

The Christmas rush has begun its first stage here with us. Today, my husband made a beautiful Christmas decoration for our upcoming Christmas party for my father and our dear friends on December 26. And I got all the good stuff out in the open from boxes and bags.

Besides being hectically busy with all sorts of practical pursuits, we were sad to learn that two of our dear friends have decided to split and live separately for good. But we told them they were still welcome here, as we don´t take sides in anybody´s private matters.

Yet eighteen days are left to prepare for my father´s visit. He will arrive by train on December 23, and my friend, with whom I enjoy the morning walks and talks, has promised to take me to Esbjerg to meet him at the train station. An old neighbor and close friend will come here on December 27 to bring him back home.

So, until then, we enjoy being busy and having more than enough to do. Speaking of which, this week, I begin preparing my witchcraft ritual for Yule on December 21. A party of lights, celebrating that the Sun will regain more and more power over the darkness from that day on.

Tomorrow, I will attend the Christmas party for the people at the social houses where I work voluntarily every Tuesday and Wednesday. I have promised to help both before and after the party, and I have begun the complex art of learning to cook for up to ten-twelve people at a time on Wednesdays.

So, my Thursday is a full day off from anything but light chores and my 5D diamond image, which is about halfway done by now.

The weekend, however, the plan is to help some friends put up their new fence, as they helped us a lot this Summer when we had to deal effectively with a pesky neighbor by putting up a brand-new fence.

My mood swings have stabilized during the last couple of weeks, and, enjoying my controlled manic mood, if not all, then most of my physical and mental strength has returned. And, since I´m feeling better than ever, the time has come to begin preparing to say goodbye to my counselor, as there are many, many people in my country, Denmark, who need her help more than me.

That process will begin shortly into the new year, as the coming of Spring is the best time for me to tune myself into becoming truly my master.

I know the last day with her will be both painful and challenging for us. But simultaneously, it is the finest quality label on her professional work with me when we let each other go our separate ways. And the plan is to keep a phone number to call if or when the need for help arises again.

Which, by the way, is a very sensible thing to have in mind living with bipolar disorder, anxiety, ADHD, and probably even more on top of that.

Next week, I will include some pictures of my husband´s solid work in the house. He is a skilled artisan and handyman, and I´m so proud of him for being the best husband one could ever wish for, making my life worth living, and becoming the perfect example to follow.

He is the one true love of my life, my best friend ever, and worth every inch of the way from our first meeting almost fifteen years ago to this day.

The next demanding creative project here is to clean my witch´s den, where my father will be sleeping during our Christmas days together. Of course, I need to go through a lot of witchy stuff for him to feel comfortable, but he knows about and respects my faith and lifestyle, and I know by heart that he will sleep safe and sound there.

Fifty-five words left today to speak out my joy of life and my most sincere intentions of doing my best every time in anything, especially witchcraft, writing, and creative projects, and to let go of shoulder pain, a world in meaningless chaos, and any kind of negativity whatsoever. As I will, so mote it be.

May your week be joyful, filled with happy moments and lots of love and friendship, dear readers and followers. May happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness be attainable for all living creatures on Mother Earth.

And may my controlled manic mood keep making my life perfect for an extended time.

Let it be so; let us meet in silent online prayer for world peace.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

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.

This past week has been remarkable due to the mild weather in Denmark, great experiences with friends for life, and my drastic mood improvements.

The climate changes are here already, and we might as well learn to cope to our best ability. I have seen swans on a field very late and a mighty flock of geese in the air as late as yesterday. But it all changed for the worse today, for Winter and Jack Frost are impatient now.

Now, we need to put heat on, wear extra clothes, and think more than twice about how we use our energy for water, heating, and electricity.

I´m usually mentally torn between Winter blues and Spring hope at this time of year. But this year is different, though.

I´m still dreading the long and icy cold Winter months. Yet, I´m more than capable of being happy, productive, and learning valuable life lessons about good people in my life.

My Spring hopes are high, wild, and enthusiastic right now. As I see it, the celebration of the Winter Solstice or Yule on December 21 is getting closer by the hour. So come on, King Winter, just show me what you got.

My arthritis is as bad as ever; my thought streams try to spin me around every awaken split second, and it hurts like hell to attend my fitness class.

This week, flu and other bad stuff can pack up and let me go. I have decided to go back to standard procedure and attend my fitness class three times, no matter the amount of physical pain after a session like the one I overcame this morning.

I count the days until we reach the first day of Spring in a few months. I can´t wait to bask in the Sun with my coffee, enjoying my husband´s beautiful and well-kept garden and the fun of watching the wise little old dog, sniffing in the air on the garden lounge.

So Winter blues and Spring hopes may very well be attuned to me right now, as I´m experiencing a balanced version of mild daily mood swings this Winter. My bipolar disorder is stable and easy to handle, my anxiety only hisses and shows its sharp claws, but it stays in the corner, obedient, at the moment at least.

Tonight, I´m working simultaneously on my newest 5D diamond image, an abstract image with all the colors I love to work with, and going through a big basket filled with beautiful old handkerchiefs.

The plan is to visit a sewing-handy friend on Thursday and make two curtains for my bathroom window with her.

These weeks, I´m finishing long-lost projects, both for others to enjoy and for me to keep being happy about my current living conditions.

I have excess mental energy when in a manic mood. Still, I have to use my physical energy sparingly, as my physical ailments haven´t let go of me yet.

Winter blues right now is, among many other things not worth mentioning, that awkward feeling of inadequacy that occurs when good friends and good people are not well, whether due to physical, mental, or spiritual issues.

Fortunately, we all try to remain reasonably sane, laugh a lot, and work rather than sob about stuff we can´t change, only re-adjust our attitudes.

Spring hopes are new ideas, future plans, and the desire to spread out your wings and try to fly without fear but most certainly with deepfelt respect.

Hopefully, it will be here as soon as possible, better, ASAP. So keep on dreaming, dear readers and followers, as dreams are vital to living your life to its fullest.

This past week was busy as usual, difficult mentally to leave behind, and way too fast for me. The days ran together, so it now feels strange to point out single moments when everything was chaotic and charming simultaneously.

But I remember this irresistible feeling of belonging to home, family, friends, and good people. Better late than never, I have found my way home.

I feel lucky living with the love of my life, good people close to me, and sweet philosophical cats and a dear wise old dog lying right next to me.

Every day now feels like a fairy tale; however, it is everyday-like. There is no actual difference between work time and offline time.

But ever since I began working at the social houses in my county, my anxiety level has gone one way down and down. I haven´t had a long and lousy anxiety attack for as long as I can remember this year. However, nothing about anxiety may ever lead to the conclusion that it´s finally gone, Hoorah. I have tried, and it keeps creeping back on me.

There is a long time between attacks this year, yet I´m more watchful than ever. I keep working daily to learn to cope and live comfortably with physical ailments and mental disorders.

Ninety words left to tell you how grateful I am for you reading me. Thank you, I like to read you, too. Writing on Mondays is the right thing to do for me now, as I write faster and better at the beginning of the week rather than at the end.

Perhaps I´m more motivated by the fact that I have been up since 05.45 this Monday morning when writing this. No matter what, it is bliss every time to write in peace and freely here. Hope you enjoy it.

May your week be blessed with the joy of life, inner peace, good health, and kindness, dear readers and followers.

May the world shut up, pardon my French, so it is possible to think, love, and simply live your life in peace and quiet.

And may my challenging ailments keep being obedient and leave me alone most of the time; thank you, dear Universe, dear goddesses, and dear gods.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Today, I went to Germany with two of my dearest friends to shop around the border. It was fun, fast, and life-affirming.

We discuss everything and nothing simultaneously; we laugh a lot like the old hags we are, and we share our life experiences.

The past week was busy as usual, hard to overcome due to a recent and nasty stomach flu, and yet wonderful to be allowed to experience.

Shopping at the border definitely isn´t what it once used to be. The prices are skyrocketing fast now, and I´m increasingly aware of not buying anything unless I really need it.

Today, I saved a lot of money by abstaining from spending even though I could have done it with a pure conscience.

I simply didn´t find that much worth buying. Therefore there is now a nice sum of unexpected extra money for necessities.

Likewise, with my laptop that runs slower than usual, I have arranged for it to be thoroughly cleaned and face-lifted with a brand-new hard disc and some extra memory if possible.

Should I have saved the money to buy a new laptop, it would have taken me at least a year. Besides, the prices of electronic devices have kept rising lately, and I would really hate to have to spend more than a fourth of my savings on buying one.

About positive vibes, it is way easier to write.

Today, my mood lifted for the first time since that damn flu; pardon my French, that keeps tiring me, even long after the symptoms have disappeared.

My medication also seems to work correctly again. That is a true blessing to me, as it has annoyed me a lot throughout the last week.

A day-long road trip with dear friends, what could I want better to begin a fresh new week?

I sit comfortably in our living room while my husband is outside in his beloved garden, enjoying a beautiful bonfire. Unfortunately, it is way too cold and windy for my arthritis today, so I stay inside, strengthened by a cup of chai tea.

My plan for the week is to follow along as it evolves in front of me. First, I want to finish tidying the creative den on Wednesday, as this necessary project has been delayed by almost three weeks of the flu and its aftermath.

Tomorrow, I need to join my fitness class again, prepare for my counselor´s visit and the work at the social house. And after that, I will need to work hard on a creative project that must be finished before November 25, as this is a friend´s birthday and the wind chime is for her.

Currently, I have no plans for the remaining parts of the week. I only know this; it won´t be boring because my loved ones always work out good ideas of what to do together. Therefore, we´ll probably spend a lot of time having fun, laughing, and talking about life and the world situation.

Shopping at the border today meant I finally found the perfect birthday gift for my father. He will be eighty-five years old in January 2023. So he will receive both his Christmas present and his birthday gift when he arrives here on December 23 this year.

Positive vibes are essential to me today, because I have been so annoyingly moody the last couple of days. With no apparent reason whatsoever, it hindered me from fulfilling my plans last week.

No energy, no iron will, and no tidying any den became the direct result. But, at the same time, I needed to withdraw and rest a lot to regain my physical, mental, and spiritual strength in the aftermath of the flu.

Today, I will try to break that pattern by gathering my materials for the windchime, this week´s creative project.

Besides being busy from the early morning throughout the day, I´m happy and content with my life´s ups and downs. I look for everything positive, no matter the issue, and during the latest five years of my life, I have found the necessary mental tools to live with bipolar disorder, four anxiety disorders, ADHD, and probably even more than that.

And I have learned so far that beauty can be found in both versions of being bipolar. If you only dare to keep on fighting hard daily to become the best possible version of you. If you only try to learn from past mistakes positively to set a good example forward-looking. And if you only will admit to being an artist and a jack of all trades to work with creativity in everything you do.

Today´s blog pictures present my latest 5D diamond image and my wise old dog, Kvik, in his new donut basket.

After writing this post, I will need a break, however. From the world outside, from everything and nothing simultaneously.

When I experience clutter and minor irregularities in my mind, I try to grab them at the slightest symptom; restlessness and irritation.

When I need to release my feelings and frustrations over my current low stamina, I listen to music and write myself free again.

And when I feel free, I allow myself a more extended break to readjust to reality.

With twelve words left to write, I can only say; it helped.

Welcome and blessed be to new followers. Please feel free to comment, suggest, and be present here. I hope you will feel comfortable at home here. I intend to create a cozy atmosphere of joy, hope, and kindness.

May your week be blessed with life-long love, forever-lasting friendships, and positive vibes overall, dear readers and followers.

May the people of Mother Earth behave and treat her and us all with respect, dignity, and empathy.

And may my energy be renewed fast and as soon as possible, as I need to be much more structured in how I work creatively.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

This is the story of my current life: I get up early in the mornings to see someone seriously ill and three times a week to do my fitness program. Then, after morning coffee, it is time to do some of the many chores that come with living in a big old house. Frequently, already at this time, I will have received calls from our dear friends, asking either for my company on a fun trip or for help doing something for a common friend.

Afternoons are not always so busy, as it is here that we recuperate and rest for a couple of hours. However, sometimes we help each other with a project or share a couple of glasses of wine to solve the world situation.

Then comes the long evenings, where I get even more creative than during the day. At this time of day, I work on some of my many creative projects or plan my next move in my writing adventure or a brand new witchcraft ritual.

Yesterday, we celebrated the Sabbath of Samhain a little earlier than usual. I knew I would be too busy today going to the bank for money and shopping for groceries. And tomorrow, it would have been too stressful, as I need to go vote for the election to the Danish Folketing, our parliament, receive a visit from both my counselor and my hairdresser, and prepare myself for my work at the social house.

The pictures show my main altar, ancestor altar, and Tarot cards. It was a long ritual with many readings and prayers for the New Year ahead of us. It was beautiful and meaningful, however. I have kept the altars for my counselor to see, as she is interested in spiritual paths too.

Yesterday, I also decided to do something new this new year. From now on, I will write and publish on Mondays. The first day of the week, well, as life goes on here at my spot on Mother Earth, anything can happen here.

Besides, I need at least one day a week where I don´t have to be somewhere, with somebody, doing something.

Busy living life as were every day my last, a whole day off, only doing creative stuff, will serve me well mentally. I need to be extremely careful in working hard on my mental stamina, as bipolar disorder, anxiety, and ADHD are all challenging and demanding to learn to live well with.

This last week, my husband and I have worked hard to improve our health after the Coronavirus targeted my husband and I got swept off my feet by nasty stomach flu. It is no fun whatsoever, and I´m happy to announce that we are safe and healthy again.

Tomorrow, it is election time. And I have never before been so much in doubt who or what party to vote for. I no longer trust politicians, as they speak way too slyly for my taste. Still, the action behind the fancy words is seldom helpful to anybody but themselves. I wouldn´t buy a used car from any of them, so my vote goes to either the party closest to my beliefs or becomes a blank vote.

I asked the 14 party leaders what they would do to help the weak and vulnerable people of our society, but only two of them replied. The answers were, of course, carefully freed from binding promises.

I´m not impressed at all.

I see the direct results of decades of downright rotten politics when I go to the social houses in my county. Deeply hurt and needy people whose lives are in the hands of a harsh system where people only seldom smile.

Because they are reduced to a number in the bean-counting atmosphere of office people with little or no life experiences outside their own turf.

Or left to take care of their lives alone, as no one seems to care whether they have a meaningful existence or not.

We aren´t making things any better by adding more laws, more cold calculations, and more airy talk about what we should be doing instead of actually making a positive difference for as many people as possible.

But today, there is no politics on the menu. I simply can´t listen to any more talking; I need to see some action.

And that action is to write this post today and to work determined on my current 5D diamond image, the four seasons in the form of a small house carefully decorated with each season´s characteristics. I will show it to you as soon as it is finished.

My husband is out in his beloved garden, celebrating Halloween with a beautiful bonfire. I prefer to stay inside the house, as my arthritis is having a party tormenting my lower back and every fiber in my body.

So, I sit here in our living home, which has become a cozy den. We have put up plaster walls and added long thick curtains so that it is possible to save at least a little sum of money on the heating bill. We

also try to use less electricity, as the bills only go one way, which is up.

Yes, we live in hectic times with inflation rising everywhere on almost everything.

But here at my sacred place, life is busy as usual. So we try to spend less, use what we already have before buying something new, and seek happiness in whatever we do together.

Thirty words left to greet new readers and followers; welcome and blessed be. May our journey together be fun and mindful, filled with trust.

May your week be filled with joy and loving bliss, dear readers and followers. May the world soon come to its senses instead of fighting for the wrong causes. And may my current life continue to be so busy, wonderful, and happy.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

This week has been a road trip through hell and back. Beginning Wednesday last week, my husband went down with Covid-19. I kept testing negative but had to stay in bed on Saturday, too.

Then, my personal hell trip caused by nasty stomach flu took the best of me, so I was utterly unable to write anything meaningful on Sunday.

But here we stand together, in sickness and in health, and at least I managed to get my fourth vaccination against Covid-19 before I got sick.

Now, a week later, we are beginning to feel somewhat better; however, none of us precisely think that this was it for this round. My husband still feels weak and extremely tired, and I have to do anything in slow motion to not feel exhausted.

Friday this week, I went with a couple of close friends to the local market, and yesterday, we celebrated the birthdays of some other friends. We went home earlier than expected; however, this week’s health issues have taken their toll on my husband and me.

All my many plans about tidying up my creative dens, well, they went down the drain this week. The only thing I managed to do during the week was to remain reasonably sane while sickness ruled this house.

The upcoming ladies’ luncheon on Thursday next week demands that I get the tidying done, at the latest, on Wednesday. So, three whole days to get the job done seems like a lot of time, but it isn’t in the aftermath of nasty sickness.

The only thing to do is begin tomorrow, right after my fitness class. I will create a cozy and warm atmosphere in my creative den and work my way through the most manageable parts, to begin with.

Then, I will consider if it would be best to break down the job into several tasks Tuesday and Wednesday.

I know it is fun and relatively quick to do, but I’m overwhelmed by it today. Today, therefore, I have dedicated the whole day between writing this post and working intensely with my new 5D diamond picture, a little cabin throughout the four seasons. The point is to turn the image, depending on which season you are in at the moment.

In sickness and health, my husband stood up for me and took great care in addressing my needs, however sick he has been. During this week, we both needed to sleep more than usual, yet he has still managed to clean the house, wash clothes, and buy necessary groceries.

I’m very thankful to him, as I’m not good at being sick. I hate it, I feel miserable, and I almost can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel when sickness strikes me.

Now, I’m feeling quite alright again, but drained and slow in my movements. Therefore, I will wrap this up by wishing you a great week, dear readers and followers. See you again next Sunday evening.

Dear readers and followers.

Due to a severe flu, I take the liberty to stay in bed. Please stay safe wherever you are.

It is far into Fall; the leaves are leaving the trees, and the icy cold mornings have been replaced by even cooler days and nights.

The veil is thinning; I feel my Ancestors close by, and my mood is back at the best possible position for me.

However, as we truly live in dangerous, erratic, and expensive times, we also feel cooler mental winds around us and our loved ones.

It is as if we were the target of everything and nothing simultaneously from the world outside and in.

But here, like living on an isolated island, we stand as strong as ever; here, we fight every inch back, and here we live as were today the very last for us on Mother Earth.

The week has been hectic, demanding, and thrilling. We have election day on November 1, 2022, for our national parliament.

Yesterday, I wrote the 14 party leaders a letter with three questions:

Dear politician.

On the occasion of the upcoming election to Folketinget, I would like, as a citizen and elector, to ask you three questions about the marginalized and weakest citizens of our society.

My decision on who to vote for will, among other things, depend on your answer. I work as a volunteer at a social house, and my field of expertise is the fantastic people you are lucky to meet there.

1. Please explain your view of humanity that defines your policies regarding the marginalized and weakest citizens of our society?
2. To clarify, please tell me what considerable positive difference your policies will make for these people in their everyday?
3. And please, for once, find the money in other places than core welfare to pay for treating people decently because this is about people we simply cannot treat like they are treated now?

Besides, I wish you a good campaign.

At least, I have tried to change things, if only in writing; however, anything is better than doing nothing.

The world leaders are either star crazy or couldn´t seem to care less about what really matters in life, as the world has become now.

It is sometimes difficult to grasp that we humans still haven´t learned our painful lessons from history and past experiences.

Now is such a moment, and I seek deliberately to enjoy each split second of this strange yet so well-known roller coaster ride of my life.

I get happy every icy cold morning, strive to do my best in everything, and see challenges as chances to keep doing that.

A positive outlook on life´s ups and downs, re-direction of my attention from bad news to creative pursuits, and loads of complex physical, mental, and spiritual work, that´s me.

I, too, feel down from time to time. But I keep smiling, even in tears; I laugh and cry at will and whenever Nature makes me.

The veil is thinning, and I´m already in the planning mood for my upcoming Samhain Sabbath on October 31.

Tomorrow, a good friend and I will sew the Winter curtains for the living room, the office, and the library.

But, today, my thoughts go to marginalized and weak people of this world. May the goddesses and gods of the Universe bless you with happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness.

I see the direct result of decades of downright rotten politics. But, unfortunately, it happens daily in my country, Denmark. For that, I´m ashamed, deeply enraged, and sorrowful.

It is under no circumstances whatsoever fair to treat people like that!

No, here we treat other people like we want to be treated. Here, we face responsibility and dependability with humbleness and deep respect. And here, we share a unique bond of love, friendship, and profoundly rooted trust.

Today, my Christmas present for my eighty-four-year-old father, a pair of quality slippers for the cold Winter ahead, arrived. For his birthday in January 2023, I will buy him some delicious sweets the next time I go to the border shops between Denmark and Germany with two close friends.

Today, I learned some life-changing news. I listen to loud music and play it like were the Devil himself chasing me out of Hell.

Yet, today, everything is as it should be with us. My husband is in his beloved garden, creating magickal spaces everywhere. The little wise, old dog sleeps on a thick and soft blanket, and two of the philosophical cats enjoy their outdoor den; the last is upstairs, in a box on a soft towel.

I sit in my bathrobe and cozy slippers, wearing soft, loose clothing. There is chai tea in my cup, everything I need is nearby, and I feel privileged.

Thank you, dear Universe, for that; I´m grateful.

The veil is thinning, and next week is as busy as ever this year. Yet, at the same time, I still have these special moments where I allow my constantly racing thoughts to be free and just hum around.

Today is such a moment, and it feels good to be back in the saddle, pain-free in my lower back, and ready to relax after this blog post.

With 71 words left to leave a good imprint of who is behind the Northern Witch, I´m proud to be writing for you, dear readers and followers. Writing here every Sunday morning or afternoon has become fun and mentally enriching.

The remainder of the day is a complex mix of tidying up my creative dens for tomorrow´s curtain and sewing adventure.

In between that, well, here, my plan is to recuperate.

The veil is thinning …

May your week be filled with happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness, dear readers and followers.

May the world heal its human wounds sooner rather than later.

And may my current manic mood stay with me for a long time.

As we all will it, let´s meet online for a silent prayer for world peace.

So mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Today, I salute my dear friends worldwide, including you, dear readers and followers.

This week has been particularly demanding because a sister to one of my friends is seriously ill and needs all the help she can get.

Therefore, we come to her in the mornings to make her morning coffee and talk about positive things. We help her re-arrange her home so that necessary handicap equipment can be installed properly. And we try to make life a little more tolerable, although we know that time is definitely not on her side.

It is teamwork in a difficult time.

My back hurts like hell and back, and it has been stubborn for four days now. But tomorrow, I will go to the local fitness gym again, as I believe that exercise may release the tension in my body.

At the social house, we must consider that a person has begun to mock another. It is unacceptable, and the result will most likely be that the person will be asked to leave and stay away. Sometimes, my work is challenging, sometimes, we can´t help someone, and sometimes, the only answer is to stay strong and focused on those we can help.

And I could easily use much more time for my many endeavors. I finished my latest 5D diamond painting, as seen in today´s picture. I have already ordered a new one, illustrating the four seasons with a small house as the center point. It is made to turn the image depending on your season.

From November 1^st, I can no longer buy online on the internet. However, due to our online identification system, we have to use it when banking, shopping, or trying to get in touch with the authorities.

They just haven´t thought of a solution for the many like us who are exempted from having to use it on the cellphone. We have a code reader instead, but the existing solution, including the platform, can´t allow me to approve my buying online.

So until sometime next year, I will have to ask friends to buy for me. It is frustrating, deeply annoying and somewhat like treating me like a child.

Everything speaks in favor of an election for our parliament soon. But this time, I will only vote if I can find a trustworthy politician with empathy and understanding for the weak, the poor, and the old in our society.

The likelihood for that is pretty minimal, as I will definitely not buy a used car from any of those already solid planted in the seat, eating and drinking on our money, and laughing us directly in the face.

Some leaders in the world are downright evil, corrupt, and cowards threatening us with nuclear war. It is neither time for it nor will we ever back down from our human rights and personal responsibility.

At best, it is meaningless, alarmingly crazy, and the direct way straight to hell.

Why fight this way? I´m the granddaughter of members of the Danish resistance against Hitler´s Nazi Germany.

I believe in freedom and world peace. I fight for my loved ones, myself, and my innermost opinions and values.

My friends and I share the art of teamwork during difficult times. It motivates me to always try to be the best possible version of myself.

My bipolar disorder is slowly becoming an exceptional “friend.” But, well, we might disagree whenever the turning of the wheel of life points to depression rather than mania. However, there is so much beauty, art, and creativity in being bipolar with a creative ore.

My anxiety thrives, meaning that it leaves me perfectly alone, for the moment that is. It snarls at me repeatedly; it hisses and tries to grab and drag me to ultimate fright.

But as long as it stays when I tell it to, life is still outstanding, exceptional, and exciting despite a downward spiraling world.

I believe humor is the best cure for bad news, rising prices on practically everything, and an utterly meaningless war.

So I try to laugh as much as possible, especially after demanding personal experiences that will be carved into my soul forever.

I try to live every day as if it were my last on Mother Earth. And I try to create some sort of meaning in all this around me and my loved ones. By the way, that includes you, dear readers and followers. To me, you are a part of my extended family.

For all that, I´m more than grateful.

I have this gut feeling that the time we are living in, well, it is the silence before the storm.

Let´s meet in that silence online and pray for world peace.

So Mote It Be.

Next week, I begin preparing for my kind of New Year, the Sabbath of Samhain. So I think it will be with absolutely everything I have kept hidden in boxes, cabinets, and rooms.

After writing this, it will be time for me to rest my body, as my back hurts really bad. The weather doesn´t help with the cold either; beautiful colors show in the trees around me and change my mood to happy.

Yes, even though the challenges in life are demanding, it is possible to remain relatively sane and stay positive.

This week has also been fun, fast, and life-affirming in so many ways that I, for once, have difficulty finding the right words to express my gratitude.

So thank you, my loved ones, for inspiration, support, and the conversations I will cherish forever.

Thank you, dear Universe, dear goddesses and gods, for this.

May your week be blessed with love, friendship, and positive life experiences, dear readers and followers. May the world slow just a little bit down, as it is some roller coaster ride right now. And may my mood change be swift, balanced, and sooner rather than later.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

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.