The Northern Witch' s Blog

Yesterday, we helped two of our dear friends moving on to a new and cheaper house. It will be different visiting them there, but the place is excellent. The garden is well-established and inviting to be in.

I´m moving on, too. Thursday, I met with my counselor´s boss, who works with recovery and the peer-to-peer program. We agreed that I should begin with some voluntary work for me and them to decide whether I can manage the task of giving back some of the much I have received during my own recovery process.

This week, everything has been busy and hectic, and today, I discovered that a whole week has passed without me noticing it.

Time seems to slip right out of my hands in these oh-so-odd years. Yet, I try to grasp the current moment, live as every day was the very last in a lifetime, and make the most of every situation.

Next week, everything will be hectic and busy, too. Tomorrow, we are going to the biggest town in the county; we need to check our bank accounts and do extensive monthly shopping for necessary groceries and other necessities.

I will finish my newest witchcraft ritual and call my eighty-four-year-old father in the afternoon.

Tuesday is a ritual morning time and time for my counselor´s weekly visit. Wednesday, well, everybody needs a break occasionally. So here I plan to be creative with the next steps in my project about creating homemade wind chimes.

Thursday, my counselor arrives again, this time with my social worker, whom we will ask to renew my grant so that my counselor and I can work even better with my recovery.

Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, well, my guess is that there will be full speed ahead too.

Moving on can indicate many things, depending on where you find yourself in the present moment. But, first, it can be a physical move, like the one we helped our dear friends with yesterday.

Second, it can be a mental transition period where you fight inner demons on the path to recovery. And third, it can be a necessary shift of mindset because, for example, a toxic relationship had gone beyond bad.

I´m always careful about moving on from serious issues because sometimes it simply takes more time to actually move on than people, in general, is willing to try to understand and support.

When I lost my beautiful classic car back in 2016, not even I was prepared for the emotional roller coaster the loss threw me in. But then, I was told by an acquaintance to move on only a week after the incident when my car was stolen and burnt to ashes for no reason at all but a joyride that went utterly wrong.

Of course, I wasn´t ready for that after only a few days. Who would be?

Today, I have long moved on from that. But it took some serious mental setbacks and a total meltdown the year after the incident.

Moving on made me realize that I had lived a life full of strife and unnecessary conflicts about how to adapt to make friends. True friends will never ask you to play a particular role. Instead, they will support your efforts to become the best possible version of yourself.

Today, I know the value of such friends. They are scarce, will walk with you in the early mornings around sunrise, and show up at your call if you only pay them the same respect.

We have a happy and prosperous life here in our big little house with the two gardens, the long history of other lives lived, and the most beautiful atmosphere of freedom and joy of life.

My husband´s tulips are the motive behind this week´s blog picture. He is a true magician in his beloved garden, and I love to enjoy my fresh coffee with him and our friends.

In the Summer, we will throw a party to celebrate that we have been together long enough to have been married for twelve and a half years, the so-called copper wedding in the Danish tradition.

It was a small celebration in January, but we need to celebrate in Summer too. Then, we will gather our close friends, my father, and an old neighbor. People we love and care deeply for. And who love and care the same way about us.

Our list of friends may seem short to some, but I prefer that rather than having many flatterers who never are to be found anywhere in times of trouble.

I don´t want to waste even a split second on somebody not worth the bother.

I don´t want to waste my life on something not of lasting value to me.

And I don´t want to waste a precious lifetime on meaningless matters.

I live life to its fullest, trying to make the most of every situation, preferring a positive outlook to any kind of negativity.

As I´m writing this, I´m listening to old-school rock music, back from my earliest childhood memories of my parents listening and partying to the kind of music that is not made anymore.

Music plays a significant role in my life. It helps me cope on the bad days, aids my writing flow, and makes me more happy than sad. The latter is extremely important to me, as I definitely prefer manic episodes to the depressive.

At the present moment, my mental disorders leave me at peace. However, my osteoarthritis is painfully active due to the unfamiliar movements yesterday with the move for our friends.

May your week be happy, with good experiences and lots of fun, dear readers and followers. May

the world relax and cool its temper significantly because we all really need that. And may the coming week bring me clarity of mind, good health in my body, and renewed curiosity in my spirit.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

As promised last Sunday, this week’s picture is the newest creation from my sweet husband’s hands; a brand new raised bed in the garden for me.

The plan is to place medicinal plants in it to use both in the kitchen and in my witchcraft endeavors. But, unfortunately, it is too late this year to get them, so I’ll have to wait about a year from now.

Instead, he has planted beautiful flowers for me to enjoy in the new garden bed.

This week went even faster than the previous ones this year so far. My friend and I walked every day from six a.m. to almost seven a.m., and for a couple of days in a row, I managed to walk more than 10,000 steps a day.

I have to lose weight, as my prescription medicine creates a different appetite. I have to do something serious before it endangers my general health. So, walking has become my kind of daily exercise.

My friend and I plan to do a walkabout around our town in Summer. To do that, I need to be considerably more fit than I am at the present moment. We began with fifteen minutes of daily walking; now, we are getting closer to one hour after a few months.

Busy Spring weeks also equal working together with our close friends. This week, a garden project about re-arranging sheds for garden tools and firewood was almost finished. We need to meet a couple of times more to wrap it up, and then our friend has promised us that she will host a little party to show her gratitude for the help.

She is severely affected by osteoarthritis, especially in her feet and hands, so she can’t do the work by herself anymore.

Next weekend will be no different concerning work load, as two other friends are moving to a new house, and, of course, we have agreed to come and help them.

But the leading and most exciting event next week will be my meeting with my counselor’s boss, who wants to meet me to find out if he finds me suitable for the position of peer-to-peer worker in psychiatry teams in southern Denmark.

I need to update and print my CV, as I’m early retired for almost twelve years now. However, I’m happy and excited that my life story and my life experience may be helpful to others with the same mental challenges as me.

So, until Thursday around noon, I will be slightly nervous and try to think of anything but this meeting. But, the day before, I will need to prepare myself for the event. What better way to do that than by enjoying a ladies’ luncheon and discussing the issue there amongst close and dear friends with whom I feel safe and happy.

Busy Spring weeks mean lesser time in front of the new TV that my husband brought home today after two earlier attempts with little success with the previous new TV.

And I need to work a lot more on my novel project anyway. This week, I have managed the description of two of my fictive characters’ looks and ways of behavior.

But there is a long way yet before I can even begin to think of presenting a full manuscript about a year from now.

There is only one way to get there: to sit down and actually do what it takes to write a novel. And the weather forecast for next week is in my favor when it comes to writing. First, however, I know that visiting my husband’s beautiful garden is an absolute must, at least once a day.

In the midst of busy Spring weeks, I will also try to make time to create yet another beautiful and relevant witchcraft ritual. My main concern at this moment in my life is that time seems to slip right out of my hands every time I try to work in-depth with what I love to do.

Writing, witchcraft, and sharing great moments with close friends.

I think that I’ll probably need to add the last one to the content of this blog, as our new friends have become so important to us that practically everything has turned in our favor during the latest strange years.

Finally, we have succeeded in meeting true friends. Mutual respect, common decency, and genuine bonds for life; are so wonderful to meet and experience, yet so rare and difficult to find in people.

This time, it is different. Perhaps it is because each of us shares traits from a past life where we have had to fight our way through life, both in the fast lane and by the concept of trial by error.

We are always there for each other, no matter how light or how heavy the issue is. And it feels like had we know each other all the long way throughout life.

Tomorrow, at precisely 05.30 a.m., my new week begins with a morning walk. Then, followed by morning coffee, a conversation of the most positive kind, and doing the daily chores, I plan to work a couple of hours with my novel project, a new witchcraft ritual, and a creative project about homemade wind chimes.

I had a minor mental meltdown for two days this week. However, I overcame it with an iron will, a positive outlook on living each day as were it my very last, and loving these busy spring weeks.

May your week be blessed with loving friendships, positive Karma, and happiness, dear readers and followers.

May the world find peace with itself, meaningless war crimes come to an immediate halt, and people make love rather than fight.

And may my current best moods stay strong and remain with me until well into Fall 2022, when my Winter depression typically kicks in.

Let us all meet in silent online prayer for world peace.

So mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Yet another busy, fun, and memorable week with good people. The rarest kind you can imagine, those who stand by you no matter what.

Yes, such people are a rare experience, even more so in times of crisis.

Today, some of us met to share a delicious meal, a couple of glasses of wine, and upcoming plans about a relocation.

We look forward to this event as our friends’ new house is much better and more economical. We also have an ongoing garden project with another friend that will be concluded next weekend.

And later comes a couple of parties to enjoy with the best of moods.

Life is precious; enjoy the ride while it lasts, especially in the kind of times we live in, as in right here and right now.

For as long as I can remember, I have lived my life as were every day the last. That principle is worth its weight in gold now that we really live in troubled times.

I don’t want to waste even a second of the rest of my life on something not worth the effort, including an acquaintance that once was a true friend.

My firm conviction is that if somebody changes behavior and becomes more egoistical than friendly, then it is their obligation to shape up and come to their senses, definitely not mine.

But I’m still polite, I’m still willing to share a cup of coffee every once in a while, and I’m still behaving my best when meeting with somebody, I once took for a true friend.

I banish negativity, however, as I’m way too happy and content to waste precious time at the most perfect moment of my life.

My husband has created a raised bed for me in the yard. Over the next two years, the idea is to buy six medicinal plants every Spring. I plan to use some of them actively in my witchcraft rituals, but only those safe to use.

There is no picture today. After our lunch, I needed to take a more extended rest, so I have not been in the garden to document the latest developments. But I will include a couple of pictures next Sunday to see for yourself, dear readers and followers, just how much my husband is capable of in a garden.

My upcoming witchcraft ritual has been postponed because I ran out of time. There were simply too many other things to attend to this week. Fortunately, to me, witchcraft does not come with strict rules but with love, trust, and responsibility.

As you know, I don’t work any kind of magick if I, for some reason, don’t feel fit for it. But with a whole and fresh new week right in front of me, next week might be so much better.

I have been terrific this week, too, as I have cut back on the amount of news to watch and listen to. However, I do follow some of it because I believe that we all have to.

And it is really, really hard these months. So why, oh why, turn to war, and for what, if I may ask.

It is meaningless, mean, and deeply troubling what happens in these so odd years for humanity.

I shield myself as much as possible, for I can’t bear to watch atrocities and war crimes for much more than a few minutes at a time.

And I will address my counselor with it so that she can help me develop positive thoughts and yet be able to put words to what I feel about the current world situation.

Speaking of positive things, my most recent creative project is to make a wind chime with rainbow-colored butterflies around it. It makes me childishly happy to create rainbows in much of my creative work. And yes, there will be pictures of that, too, as soon as possible.

But today, I believe that my words are strong enough to stand alone.

Life is precious; enjoy the ride while it lasts. My life may, at times, be seemingly chaotic, but nevertheless, I have found my melody in lif, I am happy and content, and for that, I’m grateful.

So, thank you, dear Universe, dear goddesses and gods for every challenge, every delay, and every life experience so far.

Even the weather gods over the southern part of Denmark behave themselves. Spring is here, and the beech tree is becoming greener by the hour.

A couple of days ago, I pulled myself together and worked about forty-five minutes with my novel project that has been sadly neglected for long enough now.

Tomorrow is again a writing day, as I need to create a daily writing schedule. In the beginning, well, one hour may not seem as much time, but with effort and diligence, it is possible to write about 1,000 words.

This is my choice of length of a blog post written by me. Just enough to create interest and preferably suspense from time to time. Today, however, it will be one hour and app. ten minutes, as my arthritis annoys my hands tonight.

With only ninety words left tonight, let me count my blessings and allow myself to enjoy this precious life as long as it lasts.

For my life, I’m more than grateful.

From deep inside my body, mind, and soul, I know that this crazy year is a working year.

No time for meaninglessness, no need to look back into a constant past or forward to an more than unsure future. And definitely, no other place to be than in the present moment.

Precious life; enjoy the ride while it lasts.

May your week be sunny, life-affirming, and beautiful, dear readers and followers. May every war stop, every weapon be destroyed, every precious life be preserved. And may my current-controlled manic mood stay for as long as possible.

As we all will it together, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Yet another busy, funny, and fast week´s many experiences later…

This week, everything has worked out for the better, except for yesterday, when I really felt what it means to live with a bipolar disorder, mixed episodes.

My mood switched dramatically from a manic to a depressive state overnight. Yesterday, I slept through most of the day but did manage to write a few notes for my digital Book of Shadows.

Monday, we successfully overcame the trouble with the new identification documentation for online banking. It worked this annoying new system that we Danes have to get used to accessing our bank accounts and authority websites. And I finally worked myself through the Spring cleaning of my witch´s den.

Tuesday, everything seemed to happen like pearls on a string, and Wednesday, in particular, was a wonderful day and evening. Two friends and I went to a talk with one of our greatest female actresses in my lifetime, Lisbeth Dahl.

She says that we must remember to ask questions while being bold and curious. And to live life in the present moment and see what happens rather than making future plans that only seldom come into reality.

Thursday went even faster than the previous three days, and a cup of coffee at a friend´s house was surprisingly pleasant. This time, she didn´t try to behave dominating toward me, and I felt free and happy while I was there.

Friday became the beginning of a project between old school friends, whom I couldn´t face yesterday as planned.

My mood changed due to the atrocities in Ukraine this week. I now have to shield myself even more carefully than usual. I simply can´t bear to watch and listen to more than necessary.

In return, I´m working on creating a box with necessities for people in Ukraine. The Danish postal service has offered private people the option to send a pack of 25 kg with them free of charge to the Ukrainian postal service, distributing it to people in need.

My friend from the morning walks will create it with me, and then I can better feel that I have tried to do something.

The worst part of this meaningless war is the feeling of inadequateness, inability to help more, and powerlessness.

It is not that this war is more brutal than any other war. It is not that this war is just as meaningless. It is the way people treat people with hatred and grim violence.

This time, it makes me cry and ask the Universe the reason why.

Until now, there has been no answer.

But the obvious one is that this is the result of crazy men doing crazy things only to satisfy their own crazy minds.

In deep and silent prayer for world peace, dear readers and followers, let us all meet.

However, this morning was different from the rest of the weeks, as it led to a good and warm conversation with a close friend. About something that mattered greatly to her, which I could assure her would also pass one day.

But it doesn´t feel that way while you are in-between for better or worse in life.

My counselor told me this week that her boss wants to meet with me about the possibility of me becoming a peer-to-peer counselor in the local district psychiatry.

So, please send me all the positive vibes you can on April 26th.

I believe that I can give something back to someone close to where I am in my current state of mind. And I think that I can gain something, too, by listening to what other people with bipolar disorder, ADHD, and anxiety do in the inevitable ups and downs of life.

As with everything I do, be it doing the daily chores, writing, or being creative, it is a labor of love.

But I have asked for a small economic reward. I will have to prepare for either a talk or a social gathering, e.g., in a café or in a psychiatric ward. Likewise, they will have to drive for me, as I can´t drive a car myself anymore. And, of course, a bite to eat is always welcome with me.

I try to keep my feet to the ground, and I will not sign anything before discussing this carefully with my husband and close friends. But yes, I´m thrilled to the bone and excited that people believe in my abilities with words and ideas for a positive life with bipolar disorder, ADHD, and anxiety.

I don´t mention ADHD so much because it has changed. I would instead call it a silent ADD, as I´m not nearly as hypers as in my younger years.

My anxiety is present but unusually quiet, which makes me wonder when it will strike me hard again. I´m prepared, though, but it is never a pleasant experience suffering from panic attacks.

Therefore, I prefer my present mood, the mania, as I find my creative drive and everything positive in life here.

The depression, however, is never far away, as I have been extremely good at attracting the extreme version of bipolar disorder, the one with the mixed episodes attached.

And for whatever reason, it hit me fairly hard yesterday. So I tore the day out of the calendar and arranged myself and the little, wise, old dog on the couch with the best blanket in the house, pillows, and enough time to recharge my mental batteries.

The week before Easter 2022 is just as busy as this year seems to become. Next week, I will prepare and celebrate my new witchcraft ritual, my alternative to the traditional Christian Easter. I will, so it is.

May your week be life-affirming, heartwarming, and filled with joyful bliss, dear readers and followers. May world peace be forever to keep. And may my mixed episodes shut up and leave me alone.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Mixed moods throughout the week are annoying, tiresome, and feel uphill. However, Spring cleaning brings a refreshed perspective on whatever challenges life throws at me. And several days of recovery seem to be the expected result of direct contact with the daily troubles stemming from the outside world.

Nevertheless, it has been yet another great week here in the southern parts of Denmark.

This week brought the news that my new counselor will be a permanent one, as the other has to tend to a work schedule with fewer hours for direct citizen contact. Therefore, she will only be available whenever my new counselor has vacation weeks, is ill, or is otherwise hindered.

It is good news, though, as I have already become deeply connected with the new counselor after only two meetings so far, who is one of those fiery souls with whom everything feels easy and natural.

My moods have changed a lot this week. I don´t know why it happens, except for my latest experience with the Danish authorities and our new identification documentation for online banking and the use of governmental websites.

It was hot as hell in the building however icy cold outside. The office lady was definitely not neither polite nor pleasant to deal with. Still, the darn thing had to be done, so I put on my positive mask and refrained from telling her to behave like a grown-up instead of looking so personally offended as were she doing me a personal favor.

After this rather unpleasant experience, I have spent more than two full days recovering from everyday trouble.

I haven´t done much, as things like this always make me feel tired and slack down to every bone and muscle in my body. My mind and soul simply can´t comprehend the apparent necessity of forcing us to use a system even more unsafe and impractical than their latest fancy idea.

But, I have worked a little bit with my digital version of a Book of Shadows. Without the slightest touch of shame, I postponed my Spring cleaning for tomorrow in a totally different week without the pressing need to seek help from the authorities.

However, this week, I finished the cleaning process in all other dens than my witchy one. So that will be for tomorrow to make just as perfect.

And then, I believe it is about due time to plan a beautiful, relevant, and memorable witchcraft ritual for one of the upcoming Easter days. It will, of course, include a significant release ritual, as I find that the outside world has worked its toll on us lately.

I had to cancel a morning walk on Tuesday due to massive hip pain. It comes and goes, but that day, I hurt. A lot. So much that I only could work with my 5D diamond painting of the twelve signs of the Western Zodiac.

And, on Thursday, I overslept so that the morning walk had to be shorter.

But, apart from this, the week has been every bit as educational, entertaining, and cozy as this year has progressed so far.

We have never been this busy socially before. We are not used to being treated with respect and care by anybody but ourselves. And we for sure never have encountered better friends than those we know so well now.

My friend from the morning walks explains that it feels like she has known us forever.

This morning, we were asked to join her and her husband for a cup of coffee, and we shared a good hour with lots of laughter and happy moments.

After that, it was time for a nice walk with the little wise, old dog, but as we walked through the local park, the weather gods decided on a mixture between sunshine and icy cold winds with more and more raindrops hidden around the corners of the street.

So, now my husband, the little wise, old dog, and the three philosophical cats are all tucked in for a good afternoon sleep. At the same time, I sit in my living room writing for you, dear readers and followers.

I will go to my creative den to take a picture of my finished 5D diamond painting in a few moments.

Looking at the center top, you will find Aries and follow clockwise Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, and Pisces.

Even though we decided to stop heating from Friday this week, the central heating is on. It is simply too foot cold without it. But soon, it will be effectuated, and we will need to wear more clothes. We don´t want to pay more than the absolute minimum for Mr. Putin´s gas.

I have been genuinely competent and have only watched the most essential news. I can´t bear to be so touched and affected more than I feel that I have to. This war is no different from other wars concerning cruelty, evilness, and bad news.

But it should never have begun, and it is forced upon us all by lunatics who really ought to know so much better.

I have long lived my life as was every day my last. This completely meaningless war only confirms this outlook on life in general.

And nothing´s gonna change my beliefs in freedom and happiness for all beings on Mother Earth. But unfortunately, my trust in the human race has not bettered much lately.

We humans should be better at creating useful and beautiful things rather than fighting for whatever somebody else got all the time.

It is about high time to stop believing we own the world alone.

May your week be creative and merry, dear readers and followers. May all wars end, and all weapons forever be destroyed. And may my moods stabilize next week so that the necessary daily chores won´t be so overwhelming and recovery-demanding.

As we all will it, so shall it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

In these crazy years, stage one was set by Corona. Stage two now seems to be about total meaningless war and a lot of bullshit in its wake, pardon my French.

But my suggestion to settings in a hopefully better future is to do everything possible to live life to its fullest each second I get here on Mother Earth.

Carpe Diem – Seize the day, the famous words from the Roman poet Horace (“Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero” – seize the now and only trust the future as much as you have to) seems fit to describe my life philosophy.

What is important to me is what is happening right here as I write this blog post for you, dear readers and followers.

My husband watches TV, the little wise, old dog lies right next to me, and the three philosophical cats are all over the place, doing what philosophical cats do when not eating, namely sleeping with a quarter of an eye open.

As I go through our week in my thoughts, I instinctively smile and feel complete contentment and inner peace.

Our friends from the school of life, well, everything has changed for the so much better since we first met about a year ago.

We have many more visits of more than welcome guests. We go for many more visits ourselves. And we experience true friendship, sincere responsibility, and heartwarming hours.

We are always together with our friends who live so close by that we only need to take a short walk to meet with them.

But we are also ourselves from time to time, as my husband and I firmly believe and live by the fact that to be good friends, we need to recharge our mental and physical batteries every once in a while.

Next week will be busy as well. Monday is a cleaning-the-house day. Tuesday, my old counselor will arrive at me telling her that she will cancel appointments by text, email, or phone call in the future. I will not tolerate not hearing from her when I expect a meeting or a phone call.

I simply don’t have time for meaningless waiting for nothing.

Wednesday, a friend comes for a day of working with pouring acrylic paint on canvasses, preferably outside in the garden, if the weather gods will grant us fair Spring weather. And for us to keep on working us close to a special bond of friendship, making the time count for something is essential.

Thursday is payment day, shopping groceries day, and trying to overcome the usual trouble with new ways to do online banking. But, oh dear, we need to go to the county office and renew our identification documentation. NEM ID is the online login system used in Denmark for all government websites and banks.

It is plain and downright junk, an unsafe system required by the government and the banks, but we will get that done as well as everything else.

Friday, and throughout the week, I will clear and clean all my creative dens, including my witch’s den. They all need a good old-fashioned Spring cleaning. And what would be better or more appropriate, then, but creating a beautiful and mesmerizing witchcraft ritual Saturday?

Sunday is blog post writing day, and after such an intense week, a good, long afternoon sleep.

Carpe Diem – Seize the day, to me, it indicates to grasp every second of my life and transform it into something worthwhile, something beautiful to remember forever, and something for others than myself only to enjoy.

I get up early in the morning now. At 05.30 a.m Monday to Friday. Then, I walk for at least half an hour with a special friend. And so we share the morning coffee and converse about life’s ways of changing one’s perspective on important matters.

After my second morning coffee with my husband, it is time to do the chores that have to be taken care of, no matter my mood.

The reward is always writing, witchcraft, or creative pursuits.

But, first, there is often an intermezzo of the positive kind with our dear friends, who are older and younger than my husband and I.

While in my current state of mood, mania, I need to take extra good care of myself, as I don’t notice how tired I am (which is entirely the opposite when depressed). Therefore, I try to lay down and relax for an hour or two.

Suppose that is not possible due to my inner drive. In that case, I concentrate and focus on, e.g., working with 5D Diamond pictures or other mentally relaxing activities like meditation, Tarot card readings, and writing.

Around 09.00 p.m., I’m winding down the day. As I’m doing right now, with yet another life-affirming week passed.

Carpe Diem – Seize the day, when everything comes full circle; that’s how we live our lives here at this beautiful, positive, and different spot of paradise on Mother Earth.

We want to make the most of everything that life throws at us, whether that is all about the everyday or the incredible moments when life falls into place.

Of course, there are bad days, too. But I have stopped counting them. What counts, however, is to love life no matter the challenges.

And I love life too much to fall into despair about the current world situation. I’m watchful and alert, though. I follow the news that we all have to follow. But only in appropriate sessions.

Now, it is time to let go of this week and prepare for bedtime soon. After all, tomorrow morning will come early.

May your week be blessed with happy hours and sunshine, dear readers and followers. May all wars end and all weapons forever be destroyed. And may happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness be granted to my loved ones and me.

As we all will it together, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

First of all, please accept my apology for writing this blog post a day later than usual. Unfortunately, our TV signal and Internet connection were cut off yesterday due to a fire in some of our provider´s installations, so the southern part of Denmark had to be creative.

For my part, I embarked on my new 5D diamond painting project, a large painting of the Western Zodiac. My husband found a couple of DVD movies, so everything was just fine in the end.

Morning walks and happy hours are basically my life at the current moment in time. My dear friend is 64 years old, but she is of old school and goes to fitness five days a week. So we walk and talk about what truly matters in life. And we plan to walk around our little town when Summer arrives. Of course, we will bring both a blanket and the indispensable coffee to enjoy halfway.

Happy hours, because every time we meet with her and her family and friends, it feels like we have known each other since the beginning of time.

Last week, her husband´s son offered us a free couch. We have spent many meaningful hours with conversations about everything and nothing simultaneously. It was her turn to host our monthly ladies´ luncheon, and we are four very different women, all in our prime.

I´m now back in my preferred manic mood, however controlled by prescription medicine, therapy, and my hard work to stay in this mood for as long as possible. After all, it is from here that I draw my inspiration; here lies my creative drive.

I have truckloads of plans, but I have become so much better at only engaging in those of them where I have a fair chance to accomplish them in reality.

Therefore, today, I will go to my creative den and do a thorough clean-up. I only use the room when I don´t need to turn the heating on. With the soaring energy prices, we need to be even more careful than usual to save money as much as possible.

Now, the weather gods are more than fair, and the room needs a good Spring cleaning. Besides, I decided not to do my Ostara/Spring Equinox ritual this year because I needed to rest instead. So, in return, I will create a beautiful Easter ritual where I will mix it with the best stuff from the Ostara Sabbath.

With a bit of luck, our friend will turn up for a quick cup of coffee, preferably in the garden, if the clouds only would disappear so that the Sun´s rays may warm us.

Morning walks and happy hours, well, I don´t need anything else. We have a wonderful fairytale-like life, my husband and I.

Of course, there are bad days, but I don´t count them at all. My first and foremost priority is to get out of bed happy every early morning at 05.30 a.m. Second, come my beloved family and friends, and thirdly, the everyday chores must be done nevertheless.

Only after that comes any concern toward the world outside.

Today, Monday, a whole new week has begun. I´ll bet it will be just as busy as the previous ones that this strange year has shown up with. But it is fun, mindful, and precisely as it should be.

I look forward to tomorrow morning when my new counselor arrives again. She and I found something already at our first meeting two weeks ago. With every fiber in my body, mind, and soul, I feel that it will become one of those experiences that will leave a lasting impression on us both.

I also have a meeting of the kind that you would rather avoid, but only since a former friend has unacceptably changed behavior. But this time, it will be on my terms, as I won´t accept that her jealousy ruins even a second of my life.

She wants me to herself, but I don´t play that game. I´m a grown-up woman, and I decide fully with whom I choose to engage my time, resources, and heart.

So, the result is that I set the limit to drinking a few cups of coffee together. After that, my life will continue the way I want it to, whatever she might think or say about that.

Listening to my favorite playlist on Youtube, writing this on a Monday morning feels just right. When I write something, music in my ears is a must. I try to follow the rhythm, and from time to time, I have been told that others can feel that there is music in my writing.

My newest Spring project is to bring a small basket to the garden yard with a notebook and pen, my cell phone, something to be creative with, and something from my witch´s den to bring the magick needed for writing a novel trilogy.

And, of course, it is Spring cleaning time. We have finished it upstairs, and now it is time to work miracles on the first floor.

So, life is never dull here; there is always something to do, and these so odd years are, at the same magickal time, the best in my life so far.

Morning walks and happy hours, with only a fair amount of effort, I can live a good life with bipolar disorder and anxiety. I´m more than grateful, so thank you, dear Universe, also for the many challenges that life inevitably brings.

And now, it is time to get in the mood for some serious Spring cleaning in my creative den. See you on Sunday.

May your week be joyful and blessed with freedom, happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness, dear readers and followers. May world peace find everybody on Mother Earth. And may my current state of mood continue well through Summer into Fall.

As we want it to become, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Sorry, my internet connection and my TV signal is down due to problems at my provider.

And I only have a small amount of money for my cell phone bill, as the data is pretty expensive to use.

Therefore, my blog post will arrive here tomorrow.

Sorry for the inconvenience, dear readers and followers. Have a blissful Sunday.

We really live in dangerous times, and the latest weeks have shown us that we as humans need to be way better at treating each other with respect, love, and kindness.

To stay positive right now, with the world spinning even crazier than usual, is a challenging task. Still, it is nonetheless the only way for me to remain sane while all this saddening news happens right before us on prime-time TV.

Here, in the southern part of Denmark, the prices are soaring. Yet, the Danes have gathered to collect money and necessary stuff for the Ukrainian refugees. Last night we had a TV-concert with some of our best musicians, and 30 million dollars was the satisfactory result of the fund-raising.

A few minutes ago, the first family to come to my little town was announced on local social media. And a dear friend of ours is working hard right now to organize everything from clothes to toys for the children.

My heart bleeds for the Ukrainian people, and I pray daily to the Universe and hope that this unjust nightmare will end sooner rather than later.

Why in Heaven’s name, Mr. Putin and comrades, when nothing that you do can be justified whatsoever???

You really need to resign as soon as possible; this is definitely not something that will earn you an Oscar at all, on the contrary, you will forever be remembered as a rotten war criminal.

My husband needs to shield himself from the devastating news, as he can’t bear to watch and learn more than the most necessary stuff. Therefore, I do not overwhelm him with everything I see and hear.

But to be brutally honest, I don’t like it one second. On the contrary, this is the worst crisis in the world since WW2.

But stay positive, as much as possible, and stand up for what you believe in. The time is right here and right now to fight back every inch of the way by working for the greater good of us all.

We donated money, as we don’t have the resources to take a refugee family in.

We had an impromptu lunch with our dear friends on Thursday on the positive and memorable side. We enjoyed also the more than fair Spring weather outside in the yard.

I try to find even the slightest glimpse of hope for a better future than this present hell on Mother Earth in everything I say and do now.

I need to find a better meaning in life than war, meaningless destruction, and unjust genocide. So, therefore, tomorrow begins with an early morning walk and a cup of coffee with a close friend, a cleaning project upstairs in this big fairy tale house, and buying necessary groceries and prescription medicine.

Stay positive; no matter what happens, that is my answer.

And positive experiences are abundant in our life right now, as we seem to draw even closer together with our friends, who, like us,  come from the school of life rather than some fancy university.

Next week will be busy, as I have an appointment for a manicure on Tuesday, where I usually meet with my counselor. However, I have asked her to call me instead this week, so I don’t have to hurry my friend with the manicure and the cozy conversations we are beginning to try out.

I also plan to buy a 5d diamond picture of the Western Zodiac. It will help me focus primarily on positive matters for a couple of weeks.

And my new sewing machine needs to be set up for a curtain project for the living room. We need to save money and use as little energy as possible due to the worst inflation in many years. I need to go back to my early youth and even long before that to find something to compare this horrible situation with.

All things considered, I need to live my life to its fullest, even more than usual. So my upcoming Ostara ritual will be a welcome opportunity to create something beautiful, mindful, and thoughtful as a direct contrast to the atrocities in world history that we all are involuntary witnesses to.

Again, the year is clearly a working year and a social year. We have been busy from January 1 onward and have been more social than ever before in our lives.

Tonight, my thoughts go to a shattered world and the people of Mother Earth. We really need to do better this time, there is way to much at stake now.

On the positive side, however, I’m now back in the saddle again concerning my bipolar disorder. The shift to the fast lane was long-awaited, and it returned to me the other morning after a good morning walk and talking with a close friend.

It is also pleasing to feel relatively free from anxiety attacks. At least, they are small and last only a few minutes. Again, I ascribe it to my level of control and my innate iron will to make the most of every situation.

Yesterday evening soothed my body, mind, and soul. First, I watched some funny home videos of animals. Then, the concert released a bucket of tears. Of course, it helped to do both.

Everything will be just fine here, even though it is close enough what is happening in my part of the world these horrific yet life-affirming Spring weeks of the year 2022.

Stay positive, Self, you are strong, and you will overcome this.

Please stay safe and try to see the light in the darkness, wherever you are, dear readers and followers.

Help often and whenever you can; these people are in dire need.

May your week be blessed with freedom, safety, and kindness, dear readers and followers. May all wars end ASAP. And may my newfound manic creative energy remain controlled and positive.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

My kind of resistance. My attitude today is sassy yet down-to-earth. And my mood is bettering more and more.

Yesterday, however, was another story.

The cacophony of racing thoughts overpowered me completely, so the only wise idea was to lay down and sleep through the worst parts of it.

With that in mind, I write to you, dear readers and followers, to show my gratitude for my freedom and my rights at this moment in world history.

Well, to be brutally honest, this week has been a strange mix between close to perfect and the harsh reality of human behavior at its worst.

Here, at my little big spot of paradise on Mother Earth, I have begun walking with a friend in the early morning. I need to lose weight, and I need to share stories with her as much as possible. Because she is from the old school, she is one of a kind, and she is someone to hold onto and never let go of.

My husband thrives with his creative work in the garden, which, as today’s picture hopefully shows, is beautiful and good for the body, mind, and soul to be attuned to.

So, to release yesterday’s troubles and to allow the little wise, old dog a garden treat, he and I joined my husband outside. He sniffed in the fresh air, he almost fell asleep on the deckchair, and he looked happy and free.

Springtime.

Next time I go outdoors to my yard, I will carry a basket filled with good stuff to work with while enjoying the more than fair weather.

There will be writing gear, my cell phone for voice recording, pen and paper. In addition, I will add a small creative project like the knitting of a new pair of woolen gloves for my hands. And some witchcraft stuff needs to go in the basket as well.

That is my morning reward after the chores.

And at the same time, it is my resistance toward troubled times.

I will get up every morning with the honest intention of creating happiness around me, my loved ones, and everybody else on my path in life.

I will make the most of every second that I’m alive. And the time is NOW.

I genuinely believe that by diverting at least some of my many thoughts about what is going on in today’s world, it will be possible to overcome the unbearable.

So that life here can continue, however now on a considerably stricter budget than usual due to the ongoing craziness in the world.

My diversion will be in the yard every day with this beautiful Spring weather.

I have decided to include a significant healing ritual in my upcoming Ostara ritual a few weeks. And I light a healing blue candle, followed by a small prayer for world peace every day.

My husband lights a blue and yellow tealight every evening. He has created a flowerbed of blue and yellow pansies.

Springtime.

What an incredible season were it not for a ferocious and absolutely meaningless war. In direct opposition to that, I choose to straighten my mental back and fight back every inch of the way with everything I have got.

And that is the sassy decision to keep living my life to the fullest, doing my best to make life cheerful and happy for me and everybody I meet in my life.

Including you, dear readers and followers.

Let us meet in an online prayer for the Ukrainian people. The form is not so important as the intention of world peace.

Let the free world leaders listen to their people, let cooperation and humanitarianism be the new tomorrow, and destroy all wars by destroying all weapons forever.

And let us agree upon this: keep living our lives and standing up against profound and unforgivable injustice is essential.

I do that by speaking my mind and enjoying life in the garden tomorrow morning.

Besides a troubled world and my timeout yesterday, my general mood is improving, but at a slower pace than usual. However, I have accepted it, and I feel calm and confident inside.

Next week means hello to my new counselor. I get two now, who will visit me alternately. But I’m nonetheless grateful that I have access to that kind of help.

I will need to create a working list to keep track of necessary indoor chores. And my husband and I must finish some of them together because two hands are not always enough.

Springtime.

Every day in my husband’s garden, there comes more and more life. Flowers, birds, bees. And the little wise, old dog simply loves to sniff in the air and close his eyes for the strong Sun.

The fresh air in the morning begins to move my hours from evening and night to morning and afternoon. And especially between seven and eight a.m. is a creative hotspot for my writing adventures. That feeling will I try to convert to my novel project.

I begin by writing snippets outside in the garden. Then, on the first day with bad weather, I will go through my notes and try to write enough chapters for the project to become a reality rather than a dream.

The Sun was good, warm, and strong in the face, and the birds sang, soothing my soul. So it was a good day today. And the evening is quiet, and I can still feel the Sun’s rays on my face.

It is time to read this blog post for my husband before publishing it. After that, I will spend about an hour of work with my digital Book of Shadows.

May your week be blessed with peace and safety, dear readers and followers. May world peace be obtainable through talking rather than warfaring. And may my mood shift to the best possible version of me.

As we all will it, together, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Yesterday, I went to bed, wondering what my world would look like today.

I woke up to a big surprise, an optimistic expectation about a great visit. My sweet old neighbor asked if we would like her and my eighty-four-year-old father to come for a couple of hours today.

So we have been busy this morning, my husband and I. Now, we wait, my husband is in his beloved garden, and I do what I love the most to do, writing my weekly blog post.

It was the right decision to begin writing here on Sundays. It is my most relaxed day of the week, it is a perfect time for me to enjoy the writing, and it is a true gift of freedom to have this window to the world.

This week, we all saw and heard something that was not right at all. Therefore, my thoughts today go to the Ukrainian people.

Since Thursday, I have lit a candle for the world, and I will keep doing that every day.

Why war???

It makes absolutely no sense, especially not in these already troubled times.

Since Thursday, we have lived our lives with the sole aim to make the most out of every situation whatsoever.

We visited our good friends and created lasting memories together, old school people like ourselves. We follow what needs to be followed, but we turn the TV off and live our lives while there are lives to be lived.

And today is going to be both inspiring and life-affirming. As a direct contrast to all the ugly, the unjust, and the scary.

Therefore, I´ll leave you for a couple of hours and return later this afternoon …

… And now, it is late Sunday afternoon, and my father and our old neighbor are busy with a two-hour drive back to their homes up north in Denmark.

My husband, the little wise, old dog, and the three philosophical cats rest around the house. The TV is off. I listen to Nothing Else Matters on piano on Youtube.

I wear comfortable clothes and sit in safety in my home here in Denmark. And I pray a silent prayer inside myself for world peace.

The visit was a great success. Almost four hours went so quickly that I now need to rant a little bit. Now they are no longer here with us.

It is always a great joy to meet with them. And it is always sad for a while to let them go back to their everyday, as we carry on here in the southern part of Denmark.

Our sweet neighbor knows someone who is on the move to fight for their country right now.

Oh, it did sound so brave, so overwhelming. I will include it in my daily candle ceremony.

Yes, I´m a bit shaky today. But, it is a spirited and robust ride in the roller coaster of emotions this Sunday.

And although I shift abruptly from laughter to tears and vice versa, I´m more than okay, Self. Such visits inspire me for months every time.

The little wise, old dog rests right beside me. On his private dog couch with soft blankets, his beloved blue ball, and his pink piglet.

His sweet brown eyes are so calming to look at, his fur is soft, and he is the best four-legged furry friend, as are the cats, I could ever wish for.

To speak bluntly, dear readers and followers, this blog post is different in some funny way that is difficult to find the right words for.

I ascribe it to the outside world, and I try to shield myself as much as possible. But it keeps creeping up on me, and I can feel it takes its toll on me mentally these days.

However, we continue living our life to the fullest because the meaning of life is to live it while it is possible and to grab every moment of joy to create lasting memories.

And today became a good day, already from early morning on.

So will tomorrow and every other day that I have left because I decide it has to be so. There is no more living in the past and no more decisions based on an uncertain future. Only the present moment is what I need to be happy and content with my life.

When challenges come, I stand up and face them, one by one, I win some, and I lose some. But it works for us here, for I´m slowly, but unmistakenly, well on the liberating road to a manic time. When bipolar disorder is under control, it is possible to learn to live well with it.

It takes a considerable amount of hard work with the mental shadows that I have to deal with. It demands self-love and consequent introspection. And it means good as well as bad days, with the mixed version often at the very same time.

Today´s wonderful surprise was a true gift; thank you, dear Universe.

It was good to see my father and our old neighbor. It soothed my mind, heart, and soul. And it helped me keep focus on maintaining a positive outlook on life.

We even had coffee and cakes in the garden, although the temperature demanded winter clothing.

Now, it is time to rest a little bit, waiting for a call from my father. We agree that he always calls when he is home again after a visit. As I do, however seldom I travel up north. This is because I don´t drive anymore, and arranging transport is more accessible from the north than from the south.

My hands need some resting as well because I have written a lot this week, that hurts bad.

May your week be peaceful, dear readers and followers. May the world find peace within itself. And may freedom be granted us all.

As we will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.  

For two days now, almost as if a gray curtain did drop upon us, the rain has been pouring both day and night.

The storms come, and they go, but every time it makes me think of my osteoarthritis all over my body. The pain is just worse on such days and nights.

Storm clouds and pouring rain, well, it most certainly does not inspire that much, so instead, I took the time and effort to try and rest a little bit longer today. I made it for almost an hour and a half. Then my afternoon nap was definitely over, as my hips and knees again made me painfully aware of my physical ailments on a wet and icy cold day.

Still busy working with the digitalization of my Book of Shadows, this week has been long, uphill, and in big contrast to the previous ones this year so far.

My depression is taking its toll on me these days. Old, long-forgotten memories from another time, another place, keep passing by, either due to sentiments from watching a great movie or from who knows where.

At the same time, my mixed episodes play tricks on my mind, so my sleep pattern behaves as were I manic and at full speed. Which I am, by the way, not at the moment.

Therefore, I´m more than tired mentally this week. The anxiety, however, seems to stay put in its corner far, far away from me. Thank you for that, dear Universe. It is truly a privilege to live right now without this excruciating terror from a feeling of fright so deep that it is almost impossible to describe.

Storm clouds and pouring rain further drain me mentally, as this constant grayish something simply annoys me after a couple of months now with first a very wet Fall and now in the last cramps of Winter.

However, an excellent ladies´ luncheon happened this Wednesday. Six hours of joy simply went by, as had we known each other throughout life. We communicate on a unique level of trust and human understanding.

Thursday and Friday mornings, I went on fine walks with a friend and the little wise, old dog. Then, at six a.m., but for the weekend, I decided to stay inside, as my hips began harassing me.

Due to this and my mental state today, this blog post is only half as long as usual. So I need to refill the batteries and take extra good care of myself.

That I will do together with my beloved husband, our little wise, old dog, and our three philosophical cats by attending to my digital Book of Shadows while listening to a binge-worthy TV series.

May your week be happy, life-affirming, and joyous, dear readers and followers. May the world find peace with itself. And may storm clouds and pouring rain halt to the advantage of the Sun and my mental well-being.

So be it. Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

As if I gradually felt the world sweep my feet away, leading me firmly yet soft down into the endless well of depression, so I landed this week.

Fighting back every inch of the way, now, this Sunday, I sit by the well with my feet dangling over the bottomless depths of my well of inner turmoil.

This week has been quieter than usual; however still busy as Hell. A couple of days have been tough to deal with due to my trouble accepting the depressive side of living with bipolar disorder with mixed episodes.

A beloved guest whirled in the new week with contagious laughter. So I fight back, with laughter, well, right now more like a silent roar into the depths of this bittersweet well of a mixture between happy and harsh memories.

With Tuesday came a minor trip to the oldest town in Denmark, Ribe. There the big girls and I went shopping in a fairytale-like shop, filled from bottom to top with embroidery, sewing machines, and loads and loads of accessories.

But, knowing the hard way it means, in reality, to live according to a strict budget, I kept my cool. I bought 10 meters of leather twine for my dream catcher project later this year. And I got an offer I need to save the money for. A brand new sewing machine, a dream coming true when I get there.

First, I need to save money for a new laptop, as this one is limping, sneezing, and doing all sorts of mischief, wildly unexpected and often rather tricky to fix.

Wednesday and Thursday were perfect for forging a new alliance, the beginning of a friendship, the kind that is rare and, perhaps, therefore, more precious and something to handle with great love and care.

Friday passed by, with me feeling worse and worse, one anxiety attack after another, however small-scale it seemed initially.

And then came Saturday, oh dear Universe, would you please remove that way too tight cloak of inner brain fog? Thank you so very much.

Today is better; however, I still hung over by yesterday’s many trips down anxiety lane, always helping bipolar disorder run alongside it.

Next week better show up with some fresh and mentally enriching energy. I will be the hostess of the next ladies’ luncheon Wednesday, and I really need to clear and clean my home.

So, we begin that tiresome journey tomorrow, my husband and I.

After this blog post, I must make one of my weekly calls to my now eightyfour-year-old father. He is so much more a fan of sports than I will ever manage to be, and he goes on and on with one result after another. But I listen and support his interest by trying to watch at least something every once in a while.

I woke up at five o’clock this morning, but I stayed in bed until a couple of minutes before 6 a.m. Listening to sports that early may seem strange to some people. But actually, it kept me calm inside so that I could work on my enormous amounts of materials for my digital Book of Shadows.

My husband went shopping and brought home all the good stuff for a fabulous Sunday morning meal. Then, after a couple of hours more with the keyboard and my notes, it was time for a longer nap on the couch.

And now, I’m sitting in my living room, messy hair, comfortable clothes, and warm slippers. A slight improvement of my mood tripping to take over from this week, where I went to Hell and back, fighting my inner demons again and again.

So, welcome back, anxiety and bipolar depression.

I really try my uttermost to learn to accept this side of the fact that living with it, well, it will continue to swing from one side to another, as long as I shall live.

But I believe it is just as important, if not, even more, to write about it to put a necessary end to all the prejudices that coil around mental disorders.

And therefore, I write today, even though I don’t feel up for it. This is because the writing has become so deep a part of me that I use it actively to counter the worst side effect of an unstable depression.

Before I know it, I have written 1,000 words in an hour or so. But then, I feel relief, inner calm, and happiness.

Tomorrow is a special day for us. We will have known each other for precisely thirteen years and six months.

Thanks to my support base of good people in my life, I got through a tough week without nearly as many anxiety attacks and dark thoughts as usual.

I take that as a sign of true magick, and I ascribe the success to my husband, who, in particular, is the cliff upon which I trust my life and my happiness.

But also my family and my true friends have worked magick, as I believe that a laugh and a good, long conversation with them can work miracles.

So, after all, this week has been overwhelmingly social in the best of ways. Of course, it takes its toll on me mentally afterward, but never mind, I’ll get straight back in the saddle by tomorrow after a quiet weekend of contemplation and deep shadow work.

May your week be merry, full of happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness, dear readers and followers. May the drums of impending war silence themselves, may the peoples of the world come to their senses now, and may we humans reconcile and work together rather than fight.

May anxiety and depression leave as soon as possible, now that the first storks have landed in Denmark, a big surprise and an early indicator of the coming of Spring.

As we all will it, so shall it be. Thank you so, dear Universe.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again. 

And vice versa. One would not exist without the other. This week is the best possible proof of that.

My depressive side is back, yet everything feels fine. I ascribe it to my hard-earned knowledge about my bipolar disorder, from years without the proper combination of prescription medicine and therapy to happy days, weeks, months, and now, also years.

It comes from my backing, from my sweet husband, my beloved family, and my dear, dear friends. Without them, I´m nothing.

And I´m in the process of slow recovery from life so very different from any standard that I can think of.

In the darkness, there is light.

Oh yes, how do you describe the fact that someone close to you gave you a large sum of money, simply because they wanted to, for they really, really care about you?

It is a big secret for anyone else to know, as the same miracle will happen to their own grownup kids in weeks from now.

Then, the ability to sit tight and shut up indeed resonates in my body, mind, and soul. But it will be alright to whisper it here, on this blog of magickal writing.

I can only describe this week as enchanting, magickal, and wonderful. Finally, I managed to “land” my depressive side without usual trouble and toil.

It feels like hovering all over your Self, to slowly come closer and closer down to the ground from way above in the soaring skies.

I prefer that to the often hectic and anxiety-provoking episodes, where there is an abyss to conquer before acceptance of the inevitable becomes pure strength and power of an iron will.

But a lot has happened since last Spring. These new connections in my life, they have opened doors to paradise on Mother Earth.

For that, I´m grateful.

What I appreciate the most is the priceless honesty, the selfless community work, and the innate sense of decency between human beings.

The latter, perhaps the rarest kind of positive human behavior, can´t be bought for any amount of money.

This is what we have been lucky enough to meet and embrace in our life. A small flock of good people, oh yes, friends of the rarest possible kind; the ones you keep for good and forever.

In the darkness, there is light.

On the negative platform, well, being somewhat hit by depression, my pen may be slightly sharper than usual. And to speak frankly, I´m annoyed at my counselor, who didn´t contact me at all this week. At least, she or her employer could have texted me, and I wouldn´t have wasted practically a whole day from waiting and feeling annoyed.

So, I have decided to not text or call her until I hear from her again. This time, probably with my new-new counselor, who I will meet soon, as she and my present counselor will alternately visit me in the future.

Well, I´m not thrilled about it, but that is the term for that kind of help. And for the service, I´m more than grateful, however uphill shifts in counselors may feel.

Another upcoming issue is the transition from one lousy public digital solution to another, just as hopeless and really annoying as the present.

I will need to go to a public office and ask for help with that. And to do it, it is demanded that I book beforehand.

If I don’t do it, I won´t get access to my bank online anymore. But, what the heck, it has to be done, and so be it. It is annoying nevertheless.

But, besides that, everything feels fine, although I´m in a depressive state right now. Everything takes a little longer to handle, and the distance to the tears is shorter and much more abrupt.

I´m prepared for it, I know what strategies to use when needed, and I don´t dive as deep or soar as high as before.

I still feel the transitions, though, oh yes, way too much for my taste. That´s the most challenging part for me to accept living with bipolar disorder and anxiety as blind passengers in an otherwise fairytale life.

In the darkness, there is light.

My diagnosis speaks of mixed episodes, the type where you can be happy and sorrowful in the exact same moment, often several times a day for weeks or even months.

Right now, this is a significant advantage for me, as I´m able to push myself to the limit and sometimes beyond so that I generate just enough manic energy to function almost as usual.

My husband and I enjoyed a beautiful and calming Imbolc ritual Wednesday, on Groundhog Day. My altar, you can see on today´s picture.

I have now a jar with salt and seven bay leaves on my windowsill, my way of calling for Spring to come soon.

But I need to do some serious Spring cleaning around my home, especially in my Witch´s Den. First, I must finish a brand new miniature rocking chair made from clothespins, a piece of lace from an old curtain, and a few rhinestones. Its destination is a friend´s house. Then, I will have to do a thourough cleaning in my Witch´s Den and in my creative hotspots.

My week will be as busy as this year has been so far, almost from day one on the calendar. I haven´t been so sociable for as long as I can remember.

So it is really true. There is light in the darkness and vice versa. As it should be to me. Without the contrasts, how should I know my Self as it really is?

May your week be blessed with love and friendships, the good kind of people, and freedom from whatever makes you annoyed, dear readers and followers.

May the promise of the coming of Spring soon come true.

And may my depression lift to more comfortable heights as soon as possible.

So mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

My husband and I will celebrate the Sabbat of Imbolc or Candlemas in just a couple of days. Right now, I’m busy planning a beautiful ritual celebrating the return of the light with the promise of Spring.

But, like the Wheel of the Year turns, so do I. This week has taught me to take action as in here and now when I feel even the slightest touches of the other side of being born bipolar; the steep hill down to my dreaded well over an abyss nobody should ever behold.

Oh yes, soon welcome back to depression, to the more muted version of the best possible me.

Where eagles cry less shrill, less coarse than me. Healthy contemplation transforms into brooding, caught between equal parts of righteousness and despair. And the trip down to the bottom of the well below the steepest hill seems to last forever and ever.

My greatest fears and worst nightmares are waiting for me. Still, my combination of prescription medicine, lifelong therapy, and my own efforts will keep up the fight necessary to twist my tormented Self free from their razor-sharp claws.

If only the days had more hours, for I can’t grasp time right now. It seems to flow its own ways, far beyond human understanding.

I have so many thoughts and ideas that I would like to gather at the same practical place, preferably on a piece of paper to be hung on my creative whiteboard.

But there have been, at the same time, so many other things that needed my focus and attention. So the main focus is to finish what I’m working with at the moment and then move on to some serious planning.

Things seem to take so much longer time to deal with. That is the first warning I get whenever my mood shifts once again. Then comes along a rise in my general anxiety level, and before I know of it, my depressive state is back.

Therefore, the ritual on Wednesday next week is so important. I make it a light festival because I need to fight the inner darkness these days.

Once again, the Wheel of the Year turns, and so do I.

But, besides that, this week became just as life-affirming and rich from the sound of heartfelt laughter between old school friends forever.

I’m behind with my personal diary, emails, and creative projects. So, I take one baby step at a time, over and over, until I have finished what I embarked upon.

This leads me to procrastination and the creation of yet another writer’s/artist’s block.

But I’m in contact with my counselor. I expect our next phone call to be about short-circuiting a depression in the making to save myself some extra time for what I love to do.

It takes such a toll on my body, mind, and soul living with my invisible bipolar “friend.” Anxiety usually kicks in when I’m most vulnerable or less attentive due to my fight to stay in balance with life.

But I’m well prepared, I have the best possible safe haven to regain my strength, and I was born fighting, as I one day will die fighting.

And beneath all this, I’m happy and content with my life, more and more, in fact.

So, however contradictory it may seem, I’m still maintaining a positive outlook on life in general, as I believe things happen for a reason.

In this case, I interpret it as the Universe’s way of telling me to handle myself with the most excellent loving care. Both here and now and always.

No matter the current mood, there will always be some hard work to do for my mental well-being.

And I’m more than convinced that our next witchcraft ritual, our good life here, and the coming of light will be more than enough to heal my inner wounds and scars once more.

As long as I’m willing to do what it takes to be the best possible version of me, whatever mood I may be in or not.

Once again, the Wheel of the Year turns, and so do I.

Now, I have the new cabinet that I want to create a permanent ancestor altar in. Yet I can’t seem to find the needed strength to actually get it done. So the plan is to clear and clean my witch’s den during next week. In the hope that it will spark inspiration and stamina to put my idea into reality and create magick.

Even though the numbers are skyrocketing as Denmark shakes off restrictions, I have become much better at limiting my news streams to the absolute minimum. We still take our strict precautions, though.

I have very ambivalent feelings about the sudden liberation of seemingly everything here in Denmark. On one side, oh yes, we are free again. But on the other side lurks the anxiety that this is a bad decision, very bad indeed.

Well, we can’t change what is happening. But we can change our attitudes. And here, we do that by engaging in positive things rather than listening to or watching the news.

So, a celebration of a great light festival is welcomed here.

But, today, my mood is not so much to create; I would prefer to work a little more with my digital Book of Shadows.

And I can promise you this much: I’m a born fighter, and I’ll keep on fighting for the rest of my life. Besides, nobody can run from a bipolar disorder, so I might as well make the most of it while I´m here, alive and kicking every inch back.

May your week be blessed with happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness, dear readers and followers. May my depression be less downhill this time. And may we all soon be free of Covid-19 and all the bullshit in its wake, pardon my French.

As I will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.