The Northern Witch' s Blog

Yet another busy week for us here at our private paradise on Mother Earth. Our Copper Wedding was on Tuesday this week. Our dear friends had prepared so many great surprises for us that we had to take an extra-long nap Wednesday afternoon.

In today´s blog picture, you´ll find yours truly and my husband behind the arch of honor, which actually is a half arc since the traditions speak about complete arcs at the Silver Wedding after 25 years of marriage and the Gold Wedding after 50 years of marriage.

A Copper Wedding happens after twelve and a half years of marriage.

On Tuesday, we got up a six a.m. in the early morning, and the celebration went on from app. ten a.m. until app. four p.m.

Our gifts were a big trolley for shopping now that we no longer own a car, a big box filled with snacks and good food ingredients, a cake, and a bouquet of roses.

And, on Wednesday morning, we had about an hour of coziness and a tasty cake with two of our good friends.

They are the rare kind of people, the good people, the ones you keep closer than even the most intimate of the family.

They know by heart and life´s lessons that you must earn it by working hard for it to get something. So they are not afraid to converse about what really matters the most in life, to get as much as possible out of every situation whatsoever.

And they are present mentally, physically, and spiritually at the same time. Which, by the way, is way too rare in our so-called modern societies across the globe.

2020 brought us the ability to adapt to faster, large-scale, and more considerable changes in the world we live in.

2021 invoked a necessary and permanent goodbye to a highly toxic relationship. Fortunately, that change led to new and more positive relationships with people as rare as us.

2022 is already passing through too hasty for me to completely grasp just yet. But I sense an inner burning flame that sparks my creativity and passion for doing everything possible to establish and maintain a positive outlook toward whatever life throws at me.

For that, I´m grateful.

A Copper Wedding and almost everything else …

Well, to be brutally honest, the last two days, I have felt this vague, almost indescribable, feeling of a turning on the wheel between the highs and the lows.

But I fight it back every inch of the way because I really want to and need to keep the pace that I´m in at the present moment.

I hope and pray to the Universe that it is only due to my mixed episodes as someone with bipolar disorder may experience. But, it is like holding, at the same time, the world in my hands and stirring lost down into the bottom of the most bottomless well.

My luck, however, this week, I ascribe to the absence of anxiety. Only tiny, little droppings of a sudden touch of cold so cold that you can describe with all your senses, including the sixth, the inner gut feeling, and the thought of slight despair.

Nothing to worry about, as I´m working hard to learn the tiniest of signals before a possible attack from seemingly out of nowhere for no other reason than to create primal fear.

I have taken my precautions, though. I´ve asked my counselor for a debate about my anxiety, for it is noticeable that it remains so relaxed for so long a time. Almost three weeks without a single attack.

For that, I´m grateful.

This Sunday morning, right after the first Full Moon of the year, my husband and I shared a witchcraft love ritual.

I blessed some of his many seeds for the garden. I read a couple of well-written poems for him. And I cleaned our home for stale and leftover last-year energy with sage.

Drawing the Nordic runes with the Three Norns in mind made me think of days long gone. I bow my head in awe and deep respect as I write this.

Honoring my ancestors is a significant part of my witchcraft practice. So I have been offered a new cabinet for my witch´s den. Right now, I´m thinking of how to change it into a mix between a storage area for my growing inventory of witchy stuff and a permanent ancestor altar.

I have some leftover items that need to be taken loving care of. I have postponed working with them, as they are associated with good as well as bad memories.

Now may be precisely the time I have been procrastinating for so long.

Yet another creative project that may involve several minor pre-projects, as my racing thoughts tend to feel more robust than they are in the harsh reality of life with bipolar disorder and anxiety.

A Copper Wedding and almost everything else …

It has been a fantastic week so far, and in a short while, it will be time for my afternoon power nap on the couch binge-watching a series actually worth binge-watching.

Tonight, my reward for being busy on a Sunday is to sit quietly and write in my digital Book of Shadows. There is progress; however, it is a large creative project that will consume just as much time as my handwritten version.

And tomorrow, after a visit of a friend and my hairdresser, I need to go warm up my creative den and stay there for an hour or two.

May your week be merry, free from any kind of troubles, and blessed with the Sun´s rays, dear readers and followers. May happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness be the keywords of 2022. And may the love, the friendship, and the spiritual bond between my husband and me stay strong forever.

As we solemnly will it,

So Mote It Be.

As above, so below.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Unlike last week, where I felt tired from the toils of a couple of difficult days, I decided willingly this Friday to postpone my weekly writing until today, Sunday.

It feels somehow familiar sitting here around Noon on a wet and bitter cold Sunday, where the only interruption is the usual car spurting down our street.

Unlike last night around 8 p.m. CET, when my husband spotted a person coming out of a window in a house across the street.

We know the owner of the former cinema building that is undergoing construction to serve as new flats.

Therefore, we called the police. But nothing was to be found on the window, except for marks after gloves.

We believe that my husband hindered a burglary from being a success. So the credit goes to him for good citizenship in a time when that term seems far, far away around people in general.

These mind-blowing two first weeks of year three with Corona shadowing life across the globe, well, they make it easy for me to decide to keep writing here, only from today on Sundays rather than Fridays.

Forgive me, please, for not having written that on Friday. Thank you.

When that is said, I feel pretty comfortable now, wearing my morning gown, although it is long past Noon right now.

We just took our little, wise, old dog for a walk. Then, we came home with the rain to the warm and caring place we call home.

My husband lit the candles, found himself a binge-worthy series on TV, and now enjoys a cozy Sunday afternoon with a total absence of interference whatsoever. Not even the usual car is to be heard.

I look forward to Tuesday next week; it is the day of our copper wedding. It means twelve years and six months of marriage. There will be a small brunch with close friends in the morning.

I also anticipate an extra phone call to my father on Thursday, when he will be eighty-four years old.

So it is an eventful week ahead of me. Therefore, my plans for today are to create a love ritual for Wednesday right after the Full Moon Tuesday and keep working hard to make a digital version of my Book of Shadows (BoS).

Then, the energies are more vital than usual to me. So it is time for both minor releases and significant acts of gratitude.

That is what awaits me right after this blog post. Hopefully, it will re-energize me and spark severe creativity concerning my novels.

On the whole, this month equals being busy all of the time. But, thank you, dear Universe, busy with things I love to do.

Even the daily chores are dear to me in the sense that doing just a little bit extra every day makes the difference; we will remember some other day when we grow old enough to reside in a smaller place with just enough room for two.

Yet another Sunday reflection, it feels right to write exactly a blog post on a day with positive undertones of the promise of the coming of Spring.

The light of the day has already grown since the Winter Solstice almost a month ago. But the nights are still tingling with a touch of frost.

We have come mid-term this Winter now. Soon, it is time to plan the first Sabbath of this new year, Imbolc or Candlemas.

The white light festival to me that is. White as the dominant theme in my altar setup and my ritual workings, that is Imbolc to me. Making the spell bottle to wake up the Spring Goddesses from their Winter hibernation in the underworld, far below, yet, at the same time, right here in the present moment.

Perhaps, Sunday is the best day of the week to create something worth reading more than just through a hasty eye. I can look back at an entire week and find many more happy moments than usual.

There was a ladies´ luncheon Wednesday, with good food, wine, and four women laughing at the world and each other.

Followed up by visits and guests on and off a week in a row, it was a pleasure and a joy to participate in that. But now, I´m mentally overloaded, especially from yesterday evening´s unpleasant surprise in the form of burglars and police, so I´m more than happy to be here on my own.

My husband, the little, wise, old dog, and the three philosophical cats have all surrendered to a long and healthy nap in cozy, warm places.

So, I have decided to write on Sundays from now on. And other changes will follow when I get the time to implement my ideas and thoughts to this blog.

And, best of all good that has happened this week; neither my anxiety nor my bipolar disorder has made too much trouble for once.

Only my mixed emotions have caused small ripples in my mind. Still, talking it through with my husband and my counselor, they are transformed into creative diversions from a crazy world outside.

Tonight, it is time for another call to my father. We will probably talk for at least an hour this time because we save the best for the last day of the week.

And tonight, I will end the week by working through a massive bunch of emails and updating my diary calendar.

Now, listening to a peaceful soundtrack, reflecting my relaxed mood despite enough mental disorders for a lifetime.

It feels right to write here on Sundays. It feels refreshing to wait a whole week and then report here. And it feels soothing, calming, and life-affirming doing so, yes.

May your week be uplifting, creative, and worth remembering, dear readers and followers. May there be less complex tasks to sort out. And may deep inner peace be granted to us all.

As we will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Please excuse me for not having posted this Friday.

To be quite frank, I haven´t slept well this week. I have been up earlier than usual, and my husband and I have had to tackle a lot of practical everyday stuff, the kind one simply has to get done whether we like it or not.

Monday, in particular, was a rough ride, as my online bank, without prior warning, ordered me to clear my browser so that I could have spent hours re-establishing the growing number of user names and codes that we all have to use in today´s modern online world.

As it happens, I found a faster solution; the security issues, however, make me wonder. I feel overwhelmed by the mere thought of working my way out of unnecessary trouble stemming from the outside world.

So, I save my resentment to dealing with banks, payment days, and paperwork to the next payment day. Yet it almost ruined my day, mainly because of the ludicrous amount of time spent on needless nonsense, insulting everybody´s intelligence.

Tuesday was equally filled with the task of storing away Christmas ornaments and, at the same time, tidying up in my creative dens all over the house.

Then came Wednesday, and something began to stir in my body, mind, and soul. I´m trying to transfer the many volumes of my Book of Shadows to a digital version on the laptop and cell phone.

Arthritis has caught up with my hands, so that it takes too much time to write so much as I do. And to say the least, I have to think creatively, for my hands hurt lesson the keyword than with paper and pen.

But I will keep writing some by hand; only the best material will pass for my handwritten quality pages, may it be a beautiful poem, a drawing with an inscription, or a ritual worksheet.

It is a long-term project, as I have created a lot in the five years, I have lived as a practicing, solitary cottage witch.

Thursday was busy as hell and back, and on Friday, my energy ran low. My mood, however, is to the faster side, where the critical issue is to maintain at least some focus so that my racing thoughts don´t run off with me.

I, therefore, decided not to write a blog post until today, Sunday. I needed a break, a couple of days to recover, work in-depth with my Book of Shadows, only replaced with the daily chores and much-needed sleep in the afternoons.

My first ritual in the new year will be the celebration of the first Full Moon and, at the same time, our copper wedding, which in the Danish tradition encompasses not less than twelve years and six months of marriage.

January 18, 2022, the day itself will be marked with a brunch with our closest friends. The witchcraft ritual is scheduled for the following morning, just for my husband and me.

Better late than never, I discovered a harsh, however important, truth when I went through five years of practicing witchcraft. Reading thoroughly through my written rituals, I can see a pattern of disruption until we finally, last year, got the necessary courage and determination to end a toxic relationship.

And it was the right decision; it always will remain so.

I´m also working on my list of new creative projects for my diversion strategies whenever my bipolar disorder and four anxiety disorder decide to play tricks with my body, mind, and soul.

As I´m writing this, I´m at the same time diverting myself from an annoying feeling of restlessness. Until recently, it has haunted me in the early evening hours, but now it seems to visit me in the afternoons.

Writing helps me re-focus and concentrate my mind so that racing thoughts and the false sense of excess energy won´t be as big an issue as if I didn´t act right away on my mental impulses.

This week was also filled with happy visits to and by good people. I helped one of them gather wood for her fireplace. She suffers particularly from arthritis, and her hands are so much worse than mine.

I grabbed a couple of days out of the calendar when Friday came along. Recovery is not only to do in case of an emergency, an accident, or a coincidence. I need to often recover due to my mental disorders and physically due to severe lower back pain.

And it has been soothing, calming, and relaxing to do just that. So now, I´m ready for yet another new week with whatever life may find amusing to throw at me.

By living in the present moment, being creative in everything I do, and using myself as a living example to myself and others, I´m at peace.

I have fought my way through life so far, and I will continue to fight for the rest of my life. I stand up for myself and my loved ones, I work hard to obtain my lifetime goals of becoming the best possible version of myself, and I dare to speak up about my weaknesses and strengths.

Better late than never, I have found a place to name home. I´m happy and content with my life, my loved ones, and the conditions under which this fairy tale is possible.

Brutal honesty, common decency, and hard work. If I want something to happen, well, then I must work hard to reach my dreams. Nothing comes for free in this world, perhaps except wasted time doing tiresome everyday chores like online banking and equally tedious paperwork.

May your week be merry, filled with joy, laughter, and happiness, dear readers and followers. May the Sun soon grow in power, may my fairy tale life continue to surprise and impress me, and may the people of this fragile world find deep, inner peace.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Today, on the last evening of the year 2021, my husband and I wish you a Happy and Peaceful New Year, dear readers and followers.

When I wrote the New Year´s speech for my husband Wednesday, I felt that unexpected yet so familiar glimpse of my creative writing Muse for the first time in months.

It is such an addictive feeling; I confess willingly to be forever hooked by the art of writing something that other people like to read.

And I´m more than ready to embark on the difficult task of creating trustworthy fictive characters who come alive in the reader´s mind and soul.

I want to begin with someone who knows all the little dirty secrets of everybody else around him, including his own, that is.

Secrets you and I would do almost anything to keep in the dark. But, the fun part is only begun. In comes my main character, my female villain.

And, after her, one by one, a short but hectic presentation of the other characters and their worst nightmare in the form of secrets best untold.

That´s my writing menu for January 2022. My idea is to create character profiles to draw inspiration and snippets of description, dialogue, and the showing parts of a novel.

I have deliberately chosen the genre psychological thriller. I need to study the human factor in detail when everything that can go wrong also goes wrong.

And to do that, well, it demands strong character development, as the theme is the psychological de route of people making the worst possible choices for themselves.

To become dependent on the silence of another human being, especially a mentally corrupt one is a dangerous choice to make.

But if you expect peace of mind for any of my characters, you better think twice. I´ll make their life a living hell, forcing them beyond their physical, psychological, and mental limits over and over until everything comes full circle at the worst possible time for them.

As easy it can feel to sit and invent fictional characters in my mind, as hard and difficult it is to actually write the thoughts down.

But it´s nonetheless my mission for 2022. To write the first draft to my trilogy about the human factor when prowling on the loose.

This blog continues as my personal window to the world. When I feel that the time is right for it, some thoughts about my long-term blog goals will come. But until then, this place is my vent to the world.

My witchcraft adventure got a new life of its own this year. Now, I take my time to create memory-lasting rituals, and my goal is to do that twice a month in 2022. One ritual in honor of the Moon cycle, another depending on what we need in any given moment.

And I became much more productive concerning creative projects in 2021. I hope that this trend continues in the new year.

Together, these things are my direct diversions from a still more crazy world outside my complicated yet straightforward life here at my spot of Paradise on Mother Earth.

They are my most potent natural medicine against panic attacks stemming from a long life in many spheres with many different kinds of people.

I was born with bipolar disorder, I try my best to live well with it, and it will follow me whether I find that inspiring or not.

I try to work with the latter because I feel from the bottom of my heart, mind, and soul that life is a great gift and that the best possible each of us can do is to do our best in whatever we excel.

My grandfather told me a long time ago that talent demands commitment. If you are good at something, then just do it, as long as you are brutally honest to yourself and others about the reason to follow one´s dreams.

Because I can´t let it go, the thought of writing a trilogy myself, with only a grammar program as assistance, a patient husband, and enough time, resources, and creative drive to follow through with something worth reading.

Like I need something creative in my hands every day. Especially in these crazy years, where everything is at stake, where people are more apart than ever before, and where nothing is granted beforehand.

Today, I deliberately choose not to include a picture in this blog post. All things considered, I decided for 2022 not to follow any guidelines regarding the looks and content of this blog. This is my place, and I want it to be a free space where like-minded people can occasionally meet for a good read or comment on what they read.

And now it is about time to hit publish, read my speech to my husband aloud, and welcome the new year. Hopefully, it will bring joy, personal freedom, and good health to us all, no matter where we are in the world.

As we count down the last minutes of this troublesome, yet energizing 2021, so I count my words. Forty words left is not a big foundation for creative writing, but, nevertheless, it forces me to forget all about my annoying writer´s block, which, for a little while at least, apparently has decided to fly away so that my writing muse again can sit and inspire on my shoulder.

Thank you, dear readers and followers, for still believing enough in me to stay here with me. For that, I´m more than grateful. By the way, reading you is a pleasure too.

May your weekend and New Year be happy, free of troubles, and safe, dear readers and followers. May the world pull itself together and look forward rather than backward. And may I and my loved ones stay as safe in 2022 as we did in 2020 and 2021.

As we will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Happy New Year.

This one is for you …

Allow me to bow and thank you for being here at this place with me.

It is a great honor to write to you. I enjoy writing here every Friday.

Form being solely a pagan place, this blog has transformed itself to my firm ground, from which I can grow, both as a human being and a writing witch.

This week has been, at the same time, a rollercoaster on the loose and a refuge for contemplation, recovery, and future hopes.

First, my eighty-three-year-old father announced that the family to our old neighbor, who should have driven him here, had got the Coronavirus. Second, a new wonderful friend offered us that she would take me up to my father, drive us back here, and do it once more after Christmas.

My father answered no to coming here for Christmas, and at first, it hurt my feelings. However, he and I have never been closer than he suddenly can change and behave like a spoiled rotten child.

He is bipolar like me, but he does not want to receive treatment, and from that, I learn not to do the same myself.

But at least we can manage to actually like being together from time to time. I speak with my father three times a week and every day these days.

Third, we got our third shot of Pfizer on Wednesday. The best possible Christmas present to wish for, as the numbers now are worse than ever before.

But after exhausting weeks with massive anxiety attacks and recovery, I have practiced. I have become much better at shielding myself from the constant news stream. Instead, I check what everybody has to check-up sooner or later twice a day.

Today, we began a new Christmas tradition. We went to three places nearby for Christmas fun and Danish hygge (coziness) with our sweet friends. I had created handwritten and handpainted Christmas cards, and they mean a world of true difference to us.

Now, my husband, the little, wise, old dog, and our three philosophical cats rest for a couple of hours before my favorite time at Christmas. Then, precisely at four p.m., we turn on the TV and watch the dear old Disney Christmas cartoons movies.

The table in the living room will be full of all the good stuff, the candles are lit everywhere, and there is a really cozy atmosphere, now that it will only be ourselves and our sweet animals for Christmas.

We have even arranged an untraditional Christmas dinner, just because we can and want to.

I will create beautiful photos and videos and send them by email to my father. Our old neighbor has invited him, so he is taken excellent care of.

And, as if living in a fairy tale, we have snow for Christmas. It came Wednesday, continued on Thursday. This morning, on the morning TV show, as a singer began singing “Let It Snow,” snow came down from the skies in Tivoli in Copenhagen.

Today´s blog picture is from our yard, beautiful with the rays of the Sun fighting its way through the realm of Jack Frost.

This week, I´m preparing for the upcoming challenge in the last week of this oh-so strange yet positive year; I will begin working with my novels again. I will work my main characters through my new deck of Archetype cards.

Suppose I can get a firm hold of them by doing that. In that case, it will be less scary to actually begin the novels without editing until I can present a complete first draft to the world.

Today and tomorrow, however, well, there is only  Danish hygge on the program. So tomorrow morning, I will celebrate American Christmas with scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, and pancakes. On my mother´s side, my grandmother was born in the United States in 1909. My great-grandparents went to America in search of a better life in 1906.

So, I´m proud to be a born Dane, but I´m also pleased to be a quarter American by heritage.

Next week, I will publish as usual even though it is New Year´s Eve, just a few minutes before midnight.

It will be my speech for the evening. Our Queen speaks at exactly six p.m, and she has been our Queen for fifty years in 2022. Every year, I write my own speech as my personal way of releasing the past year and look forward to the new with a positive outlook on life.

Today, Christmas is here. So please, dear Universe, teach us humans how to come together rather than apart, so we can beat this terrible virus once and for all. Show us the path to happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness. And open our minds to humility, gratefulness, and decency.

This week, anxiety stayed in its corner. The bipolar is all curled up like a grizzly bear hibernating. I got my weekly call with my counselor, and we agreed to keep up the hard but good work next year. And I have extra medication ready if something should change. It can become necessary to use prescription medicine to calm down. And, knowing my recent history with it, well, I don´t gamble with my mental health.

Now, it is time for my rest. I begin by finding materials for a small creative project as a stand-by help if a diversion is needed. Then, I will write my Christmas greetings on my Facebook profile. After that, it is Disney time. And, finally, our dinner for two, an evening full of quiet peace, and

May your Christmas be merry, peaceful, and one to remember for life, dear readers and followers. May the world find peace ith itself tonight. And may my loved ones, including you, get the best Christmas ever.

Today and tonight, my thoughts go to everybody, please do stay safe.

As we all will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Everything is business as usual here at my spot of paradise on Mother Earth. And, yet, everything feels changed for a brief moment.

This week brought news that my uncle and the wife to my cousin have passed the Rainbow Bridge to greet our common ancestors, in my belief that is.

It is not that we were close; in recent years, not at all. Perhaps we grew apart years ago, but to acknowledge that, well, today, it´s a tough one.

Today also brought a press conference, more restrictions, and more people infected.

So, please excuse me. Today, it is more than okay to feel somewhat mixed.

A week before Christmas 2021, we don´t know yet if my father will come. However, his driver, our old and sweet neighbor, has Corona in her close family just now.

But like last year, we are prepared that we might again celebrate Christmas only with our dear animals and ourselves. And, my father will be fine.

Of course, this is annoying, and it would be so easy to fall into the trap of depression. But, instead, I´m grateful that my husband and I are more than ready to deal with trouble coming from the outside world.

I´m also very, very grateful that we have chosen to live a life differentiated from life in general in a so-called modern age in a way that has kept us safe until now.

Now, it is about time to adjust our shopping habits and stay even more at home than we already do. That means fewer visits, shorter visits, and much more home time.

Being early retired makes it perhaps easier to accept that these are the absolute terms in our life right here and right now. But the chores still have to be done before making the fun stuff.

The little, wise, old dog enjoyed his walk around noon today; it was reasonable and soothing to get outside, just a short period. I was also with my husband shopping yesterday because I might have to someday. Therefore, I practice from time to time

My current level of anxiety is calm but naturally alert. It took me more than three weeks to recover from the latest series of attacks.

Due to the current high-risk situation with Omikron, I asked my counselor for phone calls rather than visits for some time, at least until the numbers turn their soaring flight.

So, yes, I´m more than okay, Self, take it easy, re-focus, and divert, divert, divert.

Although it now is unlikely to celebrate Christmas with my father, I will finish the creation of his birthday present, a painting full of sparkling rainbow-colored glitter, stars, and other beautiful decorative elements.

I will do it tomorrow, Saturday, where I will also work in-depth with my upcoming Yule/Winter Solstice ritual.

Tonight, however, I find it appropriate to work with my own personal collection of archetypes. It is often said that we have twelve of them, so I have bought a deck of archetype cards and chosen my individual twelve from them.

Now, I have some questions to answer. Why did I choose the way I did and what truths can I be lucky enough to find and learn from.

It is so close to my interpretation of shadow work, and if not now, then when?

A week before Christmas 2021, well, my mood is fine, yet I´m holding myself back today. I need to pull today out of the calendar because I felt tired after even a few moments out of bed this morning.

An early morning nap didn´t help that much; however, it freed me from at least some of this profoundly annoying restlessness that keeps creeping up on me.

I have a firm belief that a good conversation with my beloved husband will sort out the rest of my mixed emotions for today and this week as a whole until now.

He rests now, along with all our philosophical cats and our little, wise, old dog.

Later, I will have to call my father without letting him know that we might not meet this Christmas. I want to spare him the worries until next Wednesday when we get the final answer from our neighbor.

And, should he not come, I will make a video of what we are doing every day and call him as many times as he wants.

It lowers my mood, it feels a bit uphill right now, and it is one of those things that seems to always happen when you least expect it at the most impractical moment.

But I want to stay strong and sane, so I keep up the good spirits, I turn to creative diversions, and I write about it. It helps me to re-focus and keep on the hard work living with bipolar disorder and anxiety in these times of deep and alarming trouble everywhere, all the damn time, pardon my French.

Round three with Corona, well, it ain´t my kind of dance, but come on, we are as ready here as it is possible to be in modern times.

As long as it doesn´t interfere too directly with our life here.

Right now, life feels like living on an isolated island. Here, everything is calm and safe. But, outside, the human factor in all its extremes these years.

A week before Christmas 2021, I ask the Universe for reborn light, inspiration, and a balance of emotions. Please grant me guidance, protection, and mental stamina. As I will it, then let it be, and so it is.

Please stay safe out there, dear readers and followers. And may your weekend be soothing, calming, and mentally energizing. May the people of this world stop fighting between themselves. And may my current level of anxiety be the new normal to work with rather than brutal attacks to recover from.

As we all will it together, so mote it be. Blessed be and be careful, world.

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

From Denmark with love, I write to you, dear readers and followers, from my point of view behind the keyboard. On an icy cold Friday evening, only two weeks before Christmas Eve, the situation in Denmark, well, to stay at home as much as possible, seems to be the most sensible thing to do right now.

The numbers climbing awe-strikingly high, the gap between those vaccinated and the remaining twenty-five percent, and a return to the severe press conferences with our prime minister and leading experts.

Hour-long queues for those in need of testing to get the Corona passport. And yet, yesterday evening, way too many people went to the bars and the discotheques to celebrate the last night out acting like spoiled brats during a world crisis, the worst ever since WW2.

Well, that behavior will be visible in a week or two when they discover that downright stupid behavior equals a higher risk of getting infected with the Coronavirus.

And, by the way, it ain´t happening around me; thank you so much, dear Universe. So, therefore, I notice it, but I just shake my head and move on with more positive endeavors.

From Denmark with love, I am happy to inform you that I feel much better than I have done in recent weeks.

But I still struggle hard with my anxiety disorders. My whole system was rattled to pieces after two unpleasant experiences at the local test center with way too many people gathered in too little space.

Even today, I felt miserable just before my afternoon nap. Everything and nothing seemed to fight for dominance over my physical body, mind, and soul. But my husband and I managed to talk it down to me yawning and shortly after happily sleeping.

A couple of hours later, my back pain woke me up to my husband´s fresh coffee and a tasty meal.

Behind all the pain and struggling, you´ll find me happy and content with my life right here, right now.

We are in the middle of a transformation process. We try to save on practically everything because the prices are soaring. So everything in the world right now speaks its own language about a different time arriving in these strangest years of my lifetime.

We can read the writing on the wall, as everybody can if they only dare to look at themselves in the mirror in the mornings.

Our lives seem like living on an isolated island, where we are as safe as possible nowadays. Yet, around us,  so many seem to be drowning in their own self-inflicted burden of all kinds of troubles.

I work so hard at becoming better at reducing my intake of influences around me. Unfortunately, I have no filter whatsoever, so I´m susceptible to sounds, movements, and other traces of the human factor.

Therefore, I have asked my counselor for help as soon as I felt that this series of anxiety attacks were of a magnitude where support is necessary to avoid direct contact with the psychiatric system again.

She has sent me a breathing technique to use whenever I feel overwhelmed from anxiety, striking me over and over, as were it an Olympian sports discipline. Unfortunately, it will take me some time to use it well, so until it feels comfortable, I resort to meditation and studying new material for my novels and my witchcraft practice.

Soon, it will be time to plan my upcoming Yule/Winter Solstice ritual. Naturally, we will need lots of light, love, and appropriate intentions. But that is for the weekends to come.

Tonight, I`m writing to you from Denmark with love. I believe we could all need some extra love between us, rather than contemplation of totally unnecessary warfare and creating differences between them and us.

Right now, dear readers and followers, it is right here that the world truly needs us humans to cooperate and show compassion and gratitude.

My contribution to this era is writing about it and what happens in the life that is mine. I write what I see, what I hear. I write the truth about what I feel.

To transfer my many thoughts about my story for my novels onto the dreaded white paper, well, that´s a whole new ball game to me.

It is difficult. It is hard. And it is a way of life.

My writer´s block came undercover, disguised as a depression period in my bipolar life. I have decided that my novel project will continue; it will take more time to fulfill my life´s dream of writing my own trilogy.

Better write something worth reading, rather than publishing bullshit, pardon my French. Yes, I´m a bit sassy with the pen tonight.

I need to be because my main character is a sassy devil in disguise. To write her, I need to try to think a little bit like her, only enough to actually write it down. Her personality, however, is not for the weak-minded and definitely not something I would like to meet in real life.

And I simply know, deep down, that one day, that manuscript will be presented to the worst critic of them all, myself included, my husband.

He knows how a knockout dialogue sounds; he fine-tunes my instrument, my writing voice. He wants to be adequately entertained to sit there listening to me reading my material.

From Denmark with love, from us both, please stay safe out there, please be kind to those who need it, and please be kind to yourself as well, dear readers and followers. So it is.

May your weekend be merry, full of happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness, dear readers and followers. May this era be worth remembering later on due to human miracles. And may tonight mark the last of anxiety for my behalf for quite some time now, please, and thank you, dear Universe.

As we all will it, so mote it be. Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.

Three good things from this past week. My anxiety left me for a little less a day ago, only to hiss and snarl from its corner, far away from me.

So, I have been busy all week trying to recover as fast as possible from a massive series of wild anxiety attacks for almost a week in a row.

At the same time, my husband and I kept focusing our energy on decorating our home for the upcoming Christmas season.

My plans about two monthly witchcraft rituals will have to wait for next year, as I´m thoroughly exhausted from spending time waiting in line for a PCR test. Now the authorities want to reserve that kind of test for those with symptoms of Covid 19.

Therefore, we will need to discuss with our closest friends how we get tested, where, and when,

But until then, my plan is to stay at home as much as possible and only meet with the seven people that have become dear friends in 2021.

Oh my, did that anxiety hurl me through a vortex of extremely uncomfortable shaking, feelings of utter despair, and deep fright. But, of course, my stress is extreme in the physical department, too, as it tends to feel very, very physical, indeed.

My counselor and I spent a whole hour discussing methods to talk the anxiety “down” to the point of non-existence. And I have asked to continue that discussion next time as well.

December seems to be a month filled with the full scale of feelings, especially those concerning recovery from nasty anxiety attacks out of the blue without prior warning symptoms.

But we fight back every inch of the way by trying to create a cozy atmosphere here at our little piece of paradise on Mother Earth.

We have lit candles, my husband watches TV, and I sit in my favorite chair with comfortable clothing, fuzzy slippers, and everything necessary right next to me.

Staying at home is not an issue here, as we are early retired and already used to doing precisely that. Our everyday chores, our responsibility toward our dog and cats, and what has to be done come before any personal concerns, even anxiety and bipolar disorder.

The latter is somewhat perplexed, as it is possible to experience mild mania and depression simultaneously with the mixed episodes.

Slowly, but indeed I´m recovering from a long and demanding working week, where all my strategies had to be activated one by one, as nothing seemed to help.

Today, it stopped as abruptly as it did begin one week ago.

The cozy atmosphere right here, right now in our living room, is soothing, comforting, and reassuring that everything will be just fine as long as I listen to my body, mind, and soul.

This weekend, staying at home means little creative projects and the first thoughts about my upcoming Yule/Winter Solstice Ritual on December 21, 2021.

This month, it will be the sole ritual as I´m mentally worn out after last week´s reign of terror from my anxiety disorders.

But it will be beautiful, still.

Recovery from so strong a series of anxiety attacks demand my full attention, dedicated daily work, and iron will.

This meant lots of rest this week. And after two nights in a row with excellent and deep sleep, I´m also capable of feeling myself again. That gives way for new strength, stemming from my inner drive to never give up, no matter what.

I feel so privileged to be living in perfect harmony with anything except for the unknown human factor that awaits me every time I step outside our front door.

I plan to be more prepared next time to avoid being caught up in massive anxiety attacks after necessary shopping trips for groceries, medicine, and other necessities. I have medication that can handle the worst feelings of fear of what other people might or might not do when I go out in the outside world.

And I plan to discuss this whenever necessary with my loved ones and my counselor so that we together can create a sort of safe haven for me to go to after an essential trip out.

The positive aspect of all this is that the atmosphere here is cozier than ever before. Tonight is the first evening this week where anxiety leaves me ultimately in peace with myself and the world around me.

It will be positive, too, when we, in just 20 days from now, will greet my father welcome for the Christmas celebrations.

This year, it will be our second Christmas season, as we celebrated it already in September when we did not know that he could get here for the season according to the calendar.

So, staying at home is not an issue here with us. On the contrary, we love it, treasure it, and feel incredibly grateful for the opportunity to do just that.

It´s my castle, my safety net, my stronghold. And nothing from the outside world gets to have a say here unless we cannot avoid it, like tax, doctor´s appointments, and monthly bills to pay.

Despite a long week fighting back anxiety, I´m still standing on my own two feet, enjoying my life. I have created a Christmas calendar for my husband with 24 notes about why I love him. Watching his happiness and feeling his love, I could not wish for more whatsoever.

Now it is time to sit back and enjoy the remains of the evening with my husband, our little wise, old dog, and our three philosophical cats. Perhaps a good movie, maybe a beautiful conversation.

May your weekend be merry, filled with love, and happy, dear readers and followers. May the world find happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness, too. And may anxiety leave me alone for quite some time now.

If we only dare to believe it, it might actually happen. So mote it be. Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again.

And it hit me hard, direct, and unavoidable. After a fair week with only a few minor attacks, my world crumbled and sent me spiraling into countless attacks yesterday.

It hit me so hard that I decided to wait to write this blog post. As with witchcraft, creative projects, and chores of the mundane world, I actively choose to postpone matters if I have a horrible day.

Then, I turn to take the best possible care of myself. Yesterday, that meant pulling the entire day out of the calendar, sleeping, and reducing the intake of the news stream as much as possible.

The reason behind my anxiety attacks, I ascribe to my experiences with the human factor the recent two Fridays. First, way too many people gathered in a way too small space, all waiting to be tested for Covid-19 on both days.

Second, what was a success the first Friday became a living nightmare yesterday. They closed down the test center after we had been waiting in a continuingly growing line for more than one icy cold hour outside due to technical problems with too small a staff.

This week, anxiety struck.

I was close to crying my eyes out yesterday as I tried to follow the wild roller coaster ride of an intense series of anxiety attacks. I hadn´t felt so bad about my anxiety disorders for a very long time, so I was both terrified and annoyed at the same time.

Terrified because I couldn´t control my reactions to the attacks, and my worst fear when under attack was that I might not be able to redirect my focus in time to avoid extra professional help

I am annoyed because I hate feeling so utterly helpless, confused, and shaken in body, mind, and soul.

I immediately wrote to my counselor so that we could discuss this on Tuesday.

It took me several hours to calm so much down that I could relax and rest a couple of hours before sleep.

Today, I take things easy and accept that I need extra sleep, less stuff on my plate, and especially time to heal at my own pace.

I managed to go shopping with my husband and walk our little wise, old dog. But I can´t go on visits or talk on the cell phone, not even with friends.

And my plans for a witchcraft ritual about healing and love had to be postponed for next week. I simply did not have the needed energy to work with any kind of magick during this week.

This week, anxiety struck.

But I won´t let it haunt me, I won´t allow it to overtake my feeling of being in strict control, and I won´t surrender to these horrible physical sensations of extreme fear.

Today, I can still feel the stagnant energy of an awful day. Therefore, I´m careful not to get involved in something that I later can´t manage to do.

I hate anxiety when it comes out of the blue hours after a stressful incident. It begins with me shaking all over the body, the heart working hard to calm down, and this feeling of overwhelming inner stress.

Riding the roller coaster of anxiety is a tough job, indeed. The worst part is that it leaves me desperate, looking for relief in the form of inner calm and necessary sleep. I constantly get drained after even a minor attack, but yesterday felt like a landslide inside.

My plans for today include painting a tea light candle holder for the upcoming advent Sundays before Christmas and working with my new archetype cards.

And I know now the hard way that I need to adjust my strategies when being in the outside world, where the human factor is more unpredictable than ever before in my lifetime.

People, in general terms, behave like spoiled kids, thinking of themselves only, as if the world rotates just for their sake.

And now that we live in a pandemic, people seem to behave worse and worse. Common courtesy is in short supply indeed.

I will discuss all this with my counselor on Tuesday, but I will stay at home as much as possible until then. I don´t have any need at all of being out there, with the human factor on the loose to the point of making people crazier than usual.

Turning to more positive matters, I look forward to creating something beautiful with my husband tomorrow. We want to make a couple of Christmas decorations with candles so that positive energy may find its roots again in our home.

And he will deliver fresh morning bread to our friends close by.

Tomorrow afternoon, I will work with my witchcraft ritual as a direct diversion of my racing thoughts. I know that the only solution is to keep up the good spirit, keep fighting myself back in the saddle, and keep diverting my focus to something soothing for my scarred soul.

Yet, I have this indescribable urge to shout out to the world that we really need to pull ourselves together; the human race has to stop being so destructive and self-absorbed.

And yes, we do live in scary times with severe matters on the table.

To avoid being too depressed over people´s behavior in general, I choose writing, witchcraft, and creative projects over the news stream and the horror of Covid 19 and all the bullshit in its wake, pardon my French.

This week, anxiety struck. And therefore, my thoughts go out to those of you out there who fight the same kind of battle right now. You are strong, beautiful, and so much more than a victim of anxiety.

Please be kind to yourself and others, show consideration for others when waiting in a line.

May your weekend be blessed with anything but stress and anxiety, dear readers and followers, may the pandemic come into control, and may my mental health recover quickly. Thank you in advance, dear Universe. So mote it be.

Today, I spent more than an hour and a half getting my weekly PCR test. Seven times in a row, I have tested negative for Covid-19. A record best kept these days in Denmark as the numbers climb and climb day by day.

The week has been busy decorating our home with the best Christmas stuff. Oh yes, I may be a witch, but I´m still celebrating Christian Christmas. My eighty-three-year-old father comes this year, so, of course, yet another Christmas with all the good stuff that comes along with that tradition.

Except for dinner, it will be different this year, as we already September celebrated Christmas. We did not know then if my father would come in December.

Today, I´m tired after so much waiting and watching so many people care so less about the actual Covid 19 situation in Denmark.

I almost suffered three full-blown anxiety attacks out there. In my home town, my safe haven, my refuge.

So, the witch in me wants to create a love and healing ritual for next week in this weekend. But the human being in me wants to celebrate good people tomorrow. So, therefore, the ceremony will have to wait for Sunday.

Dinner with good people, that warms my heart and makes every sign of anxiety go away.

We take good care of each other on my turf. We help, listen, and are available whenever needed. Oh, and yes, some other people, well, we had to let go, our paths proved too apart for a healthy relationship.

This Spring, I learned the tough lesson of letting go even if it hurts like hell and back again. I know now how to say no when enough is enough, how to set up and maintain healthy boundaries, and how to stay sane in all the bullshit in the wake of Covid 19, pardon my French.

At the same time, some of the rare good people came into our life.

Ever since everything has changed for the better. And now, at last, I´m in my best of moods, and my aspiration is that it last well beyond Christmas.

Today, I may be mentally overloaded with people standing close to me. But, I´m happy and relieved to be home, sweet home again, writing this blog post to you, dear readers and followers.

Consciously diverting my body, mind, and soul from the harsh reality of the world of today, I´m preparing myself for planning my next witchcraft ritual. For Monday, as I would so very much like to attract the remaining energy from today´s Full Moon.

I need some healing, some love. Something directly opposite to all the worries due to the worst crisis since WW2.

And, this time, I will only use my own creative writing, my own spells, and my own altar setup. No need for corresponding notes and countless binders.

I´ve begun my sixth year as a witch, and it is about time to stand on my own two feet and create my own material for the unique rituals.

I need something deeply personal, from intentions to altar setup.

This week, I also got my new Archetype cards. Seventy-four and six for me to create myself. My latest attempt to catch the attention of my writing muse who has deserted me for quite some time now. But I can use my new cards to create the mold from which I´ll draw my characters for my trilogy.

If only the day had more hours, then I would be able to attain so much more. But, on the other hand, things take time, and I prefer to wait until I personally like what I read.

It has to have that indefinable feeling of consistency mixed with lots of action and snappy dialogue. It has to be like being in a movie yourself. And it has to be like listening to great music.

I need something different from the expexted, from the first pitch to the end.

Dinner with good people tomorrow. People who care, who are present, and who embody diversity.

Everything I need right at hand, a comfortable yet complicated life, and beautiful loved ones close by. I need nothing more, nothing less. I´m happy, got inner peace, own fair health, and know the meaning of kindness by heart.

This week, I took a voluntary break from social media. Oh, so much time to do stuff I love to do. And time to think about and count my blessings.

Yes, I´m content with my life. It has taken its toll on me and my surroundings, but it has been and is a beautiful journey to experience. Meeting good people seems to be my lucky strike in life.

Yet they are so rare, so exceptional, and so challenging to learn to love deeply.

Finally, this week, I came to the best possible version of myself. My mood is now in the fast lane; however, well protected by medicine, therapy, and my own hard work.

I found my happy mood again, and now bipolar is more or less about being aware of my body´s signals. It tells me to rest when tired, and I have learned a harsh but helpful lesson about listening to exactly that when in my current mood.

The anxiety almost got me today, but thanks to my loved ones, it stayed inside me. Now, I´m mentally tired, so I´ll divert myself from the outside world by working with my archetypes. I begin with my main character, the female villain.

And, if I still have some energy left, I will use it on my Monday ritual. Those were the words of today; now, I need an extended break.

May your weekend be filled with sunshine, happy moments, and lots of laughter, dear readers and followers. May the world´s people find peace within themselves. And may my current mood last throughout this year and way beyond.

As we will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again. Blessed Be.

Living in a pandemic is difficult at times, hard to cope with alongside bipolar disorder and four anxiety diagnoses, and takes its toll on everybody.

Creative living in a pandemic is necessary to keep up with the soaring prices, positively challenging, and calming for my husband and me.

This week, I’m split between worrying about the state of the world and enjoying life to its fullest. But yesterday’s creativity ritual in my witch’s den cleared my thoughts and led to a rise in my energy level.

Therefore, I’m able to worry a little less today and write to you about much more positive things than the Coronavirus and all the bullshit in its wake, pardon my French.

To me, creativity most of all mean working with what you already have. To combine across genres, conventions, and borders, that’s what I try so hard to put into anything I do, whatever that has to do with mundane chores or creative projects.

Recycling has become extremely important to us, now that the new garbage sorting system is being implemented in our county. To me, buying new stuff is only necessary now and then, whereas reusing old stuff can be both fun and money-saving big time.

And the prices are running high in these months. The inflation rate has not been so high in nine years; demand and supply are out of the usual order, and everything seems to be more expensive from one day to the next.

Therefore, we are happy that we have small savings and can live comfortably even on a strict budget. We put on extra clothing to save some extra money so that the heating bill doesn’t skyrocket this winter. We also try to be economical with our use of electricity and water.

To do that, we think in creative terms, no matter whether it is about practical stuff or the more fun creative pursuits.

Creative living in a pandemic is my way of living, as it is both practical, healing, and great joy in my everyday. Valuable because one gets to use what is ready at hand rather than buying new stuff all the time. Suitable for my mental disorders since it diverts my racing thoughts from all the craziness happening these years. And filled with joy and happiness due to the positive feelings I get from producing something with my own hands.

Two days ago, I created a motivation and concentration spell jar, a spell bottle for creativity, and a charm for my writing adventures. They were all consecrated and put to use at yesterday’s creative witchcraft ritual.

Everything from the correct correspondences to the little details in the altar setup was done with the sole intent of attracting new inspiration, stamina, and courage. So that I will be able to break my writer’s block that has haunted me for some time now.

I also continued my work with in-depth meditation the night before a ritual, the relevant Sacral Chakra that also concerns creativity, and the elements and Spirit/Akasha.

Creative living in a pandemic is necessary for me to avoid being too emotionally involved in what goes around in today’s world. It is a perfect way to divert myself whenever the news is too stressful for my mental disorders.

My anxiety is under strict control, but, believe me, I feel it hissing at me sooner rather than later from the corner of the room. The bipolar disorder is, thank you, dear Universe, turning for the best possible mood for me.

I feel that my energy level has risen since yesterday’s witchcraft ritual. And I feel happy that I’m bettering my skills and mood with creative projects. So, tonight, I will go to my creative den and find the materials for my next creative endeavor, which I will know when I’m standing there.

Tomorrow, it is time to go upstairs and take all the Christmas stuff downstairs to my creative den, where I will sort it and begin decorating our home. I have already made two Christmas branches to stand in for a Christmas tree, as our cats won’t leave a tree alone, and I don’t find it necessary to cut a healthy tree just for my celebration of a few days in December.

Sunday, it has to be novel-time again, and I will try to short-circuit myself and actually get some writing done.

I begin by watching a nature film about the actual place behind the settings in my novel, hoping that it will bring back my creative muse to my shoulder so that we can write happily together again. Then, I will sit down, turn on the laptop, and write a couple of words, later sentences, paragraphs, and pages.

Creative living in a pandemic is mentally challenging positively, as I get to use and improve my skills and keep a healthy distance to the news stream. It is also calming for both my husband and me to use creativity in every possible form in everything we do.

Speaking of creativity, with only a hundred words away from the goal of writing 1,000 words every Friday, it is about time to let go and hit the publish button.

It is soothing to be here and write for you in a week with press conferences, restrictions, and a lockdown coming closer by the hour. But everything comes to an end, and I need a more extended break now, which I will spend together with my husband, the little wise, old dog, and the three philosophical cats.

Please stay safe out there; it is necessary to be extremely careful these years, especially now, right before the return of Jack Frost.

May your weekend be merry, cheerful, and free of troubles of any kind, dear readers and followers. May there be peace and quiet in the world for once. And may my current mood stabilize as soon as possible, and please, stay here for the next long period of my life.

As we will it, so mote it be.

Rising numbers of Covid 19 cases in Denmark, and I´m as worried about it as everybody else everywhere on Mother Earth are right now.

My worries are mainly about the human factor. But, of course, I´m in no way interested in being sick with the Coronavirus.

Therefore, my husband and I take the necessary and unavoidable precautions as of right here, right now.

We have chosen a lifestyle with only a small social circle of close friends. We did that long before Covid 19 changed the world and everything in it.

We live in a house where we can isolate each other, should we get the virus. And masks and rubbing alcohol are always close by when we need to shop for groceries and other necessities.

No matter what happens, we are prepared for it. Even my anxiety stays calm; now we all know that yet another round of Corona and all the bullshit in its wake, pardon my French, is underway.

We are now at home after the weekly test. However, we have decided with our friends that we want to do that every Friday because we need to take the best possible care, especially when the numbers climb higher.

But, to remain sane and keep up the good spirit, I believe that the best cure for troubles is to divert one´s thoughts as much as possible.

So today, I will write about my November reflections, a sort of mental cleansing I do every year after Samhain.

My November reflections are about my gradual transition from the low mood to my preferred mood. The highest possible level of creativity lies here. And I´m slowly but surely coming closer every day.

I have kickstarted the process by forcing myself to do my chores creatively. Then, after finishing them, there is a reward, which is usually a creative project that can be worked on and off.

As of now, I´m only a few weeks from reaching my goal. I can feel it throughout my body, mind, and soul.

Today, I will paint some rocks and shells in rainbow colors, gather materials for my Christmas wooden branch, and work a bit on my next witchcraft ritual next week.

I need to divert myself from my racing thoughts, my sad feelings about the state of the world, and my annoying inner restlessness.

Because I have to be extremely careful not to trigger my bipolar disorder and my anxiety disorders simultaneously.

The creative process that demands high levels of concentration is my best therapy. Medication and counseling can work miracles, but they can´t stand alone.

You have to be willing to undertake an entirely new kind of journey the more you get to know bipolar disorder and anxiety.

It is both my duty toward my loved ones and my duty toward myself. Without my own hard work every day for the rest of my life, well, I have been there; the last time was four years ago.

Right now is also a creative process in need of deep concentration. It is an honor to write for you, dear readers and followers, and I can feel in my fingers that my writer´s block concerning my novels is about to be broken.

A witchcraft ritual that salutes creativity can be the releasing factor if I only take the extra time to prepare and create a beautiful, relevant, and well-intended event as I did with Samhain recently.

But sitting here at my window to the world and writing my heart out is soothing, relaxing, and making me recover.

And my November reflections are focused on shadow work at a stage in my mental health, where it feels right to look myself in the mirror twice every morning.

Usually, I do it only once a day. Still, to release something that no longer serves me, I must work with my shadows.

My mental health is robust yet in need of care throughout life. And a positive outlook on life as it comes along is an advantage, too.

It is possible to live a good life with a bipolar disorder combined with anxiety and physical ailments. It has to do with my attitude toward challenges and my dear loved ones.

Both must learn to listen before speaking, ask the why´s rather than yell in frustration, and, with time, know the difference between a disorder and a human being.

Soon, I´ll be back to the best possible version of me. Here, creativity helps me big time. The more complex, the more demanding, and the more intriguing, the merrier.

But sometimes, like yesterday, nothing seems to work. Then comes restlessness and a high level of inner stress.

Today, it helps so much to sit here and write for you. I get the opportunity to work with myself as I write. So, please, dear Universe, allow my creative writing muse to land once again on my shoulder.

In the meantime, I have plenty of creative projects listed already. It is time to get to work and create something both functional and beautiful.

Eew, it is getting dark way too soon now to my taste. Icy cold mornings, no thank you, my arthritis will inform me thoroughly soon enough.

I have borrowed a light therapy lamp from my counselor. I try to use it as often as possible, and today, it will be in my creative den where all the good stuff for creative pursuits resides.

This weekend, I intend to relax with our amount of photos from our life together. I believe there are some 32 GB on my current laptop. My plan is to transfer them to an external hard drive during the coming Winter. Both fun and hard work at the same time.

May your weekend be blessed with love, gratitude, and beauty, dear readers and followers. May the numbers come down again, please, precious fellow human beings. And may witchcraft and creativity heal my scars from a tough life so far.

As I will it, so mote it be.

Today, as promised, I will write you through my recent Samhain ritual, dear readers and followers.

Early this morning, I woke up happy as a child again. It is my favorite day of the whole year when speaking in terms of witchcraft.

And speaking in such terms; indeed, I do, Blessed Be and welcome to a happy and content writing witch´s point of view. A partly sunny Sunday, with the appropriate clothing, a bonfire in the garden, everything went as planned and even better than that.

I began evoking the Elements, Spirit, corresponding goddesses and gods, and my blood, heart, and traditional ancestors.

I worked with my husband and through a carefully planned ritual that, at the same time, was a significant release of everything that no longer serves us.

With the Tarot and the High Priestess as my significator, I got Temperance, The Star, Three of Cups, The World, Three of Wands, Two of Wands, and the Devil (last card in deck today). The Witches Runes presented me to the Sun, The Moon, and Crossroads. And even the Runes had a solid and impressive statement from Teiwaz, Jera, Gebo, Ehwaz, Raido, Algiz, and Nauthiz.

To me, Samhain is partly about celebration, partly about ancestor remembrance. So I created two mini altars dedicated solely to our ancestors, I had sweets and freshwater as offerings, and I evoked their spirits. However, as I never summon something that I can´t dispel, well protected by protection spell bottles, dried rosemary, and rose quartz.

I used a lot of crystals, a lot of oils, and sage incense. I thought of today, Sunday, October, Samhain, the Chakras, my astrological sign, Cancer, my status as a Crone, and how to align the Chakras.

Writing about witchcraft and partly telling about a ritual does not have to include everything. Therefore, I reserve my private thought and emotions to my body, mind, and soul.

When I get to the after-ritual practices of enjoying the opposite of building up a ritual, to put everything back in the right place, I will also take a closer look at possible interpretations and relevance to my everyday life. That will be private, too.

But nevertheless, I hope that this little essay will make you feel at home here, dear readers and followers.

Today´s photos show you my altars and the bonfire in the garden after the ritual.

May your Sunday be merry, filled with happiness and laughter, and blessed.

So mote it be.

Throughout the week, I have been busy preparing for the best ritual of the year 2021. Samhain. Halloween to some, the Celtic New Year to me.

This year two of the Corona-saga is turning at a seriously wrong turn right here, right now. The numbers in Denmark go one way only, up.

Therefore, I decided that this year´s celebration of Samhain became the best possible experience for my husband and me. And we begin tomorrow because I need to meditate, read a beautiful poem about the night before Samhain, and set my altars up.

I will, of course, write here on Sunday, October 31, 2021, and create beautiful photos for you to enjoy, dear readers and followers.

I wanted to write during the ritual as well. Still, I will write after the ritual since I have changed into the quiet side of being bipolar with mixed episodes.

I need to concentrate solely on my ritual as it progresses, as I have prepared a full ceremony with all the good stuff out from cabinets, drawers, and other hiding places.

Today, I must work on the altar setup drawing that became necessary when I began the preparations last weekend.

We have had our more than fair share of challenges this year, so we need to celebrate big-time that we have come so far as we are today.

My personal New Year, that´s what Samhain means to me. An equal mix of remembering our ancestors and celebrating that a fresh New Year finally is here.

I have waited long for this Sabbath. We both want and need to celebrate something. And why not make it the best possible ritual? After all, I´m also celebrating an anniversary. Five years ago, I became a witch.

Now, I´m more than ready to work a lot more with witchcraft than I have done so far.

My plans for the new year include an intensive study of the Chakras, Buddhistic meditation techniques, and Taoism, two full rituals per month, and the creation of relevant spells for our everyday.

Yes, I use witchcraft to divert my thoughts from the outside world. And yes, I write brutally honest about it. Because it is okay, Self, that way, I regain control over growing anxiety about the state of the world.

I save my worries to what I can control in my daily life. And leave the rest outside my entrance door.

Today, I went with my husband and two of the inspiring Crones in my life. To the bank, to a shop, and to the local market.

There, I met my new hairdresser, who I liked instantly. Sweet, effective, and a fair price. She works as a mobile hairdresser, which is good to know if I can´t come to her one day.

After my haircut, it was time for lunch in the beautiful Fall forest close to my little hometown. Then, the last shop for today, and back to my castle, my safe place, my wonderful spot on Mother Earth.

My personal New Year is as good as prepared down to the slightest detail. I need to go to our local shop tomorrow, but we plan to stay at home for most of next week.

I also had a PCR test because I believe it is essential to do so when the numbers are rising faster than all the so-called wise people who govern our society like to talk about.

Yes, I´m critical; I believe everything re-opened way too fast. Now the price is rising numbers. It is common sense that some people, in general terms, will act stupid, dangerous, and without a care about anybody else.

It is frustrating to wait for the third injection when nothing seems to be done from above in society.

Therefore, to avoid triggering my mental disorders, I divert myself as often as possible. For example, with creative projects, with writing, and with witchcraft.

More and more, I prefer the old ways, the old school practices, and the alternate way of living.

My personal New Year happens in two days only, and I´m happy as a child about it. Five years as a witch has taught me this and that, but my greatest joy about magick is that it seems to happen when you least expect it.

A sharp pain occurred this Spring when a toxic relationship had to be abruptly ended. Now, we recover from it by creating a beautiful Samhain ritual together on Sunday. After the ceremony, our plan is to eat something delicious and rest for the remains of the day with our philosophical cats and or little, wise, old dog.

During that rest, I´ll write about the ritual in detail so that you, dear readers and followers, may feel at home on a writing witch´s blog.

Today´s photos are of my new miniature rocking chair and my husband´s bonfire in the garden a few hours ago. On a beautiful afternoon in October, just a few days before Samhain.

My personal New Year, the fifth anniversary as a witch, demands a new pledge to witchcraft, everything positive, and my spiritual development.

I wrote it the other day; it is short, however sincere. All my notes are ready; now, I only need to finish drawing the altar setup and meditate tomorrow afternoon.

Soon, the veil is at its thinnest. I have included spirit work in my Samhain ritual. It is part celebration and part ancestor remembrance time on Sunday.

And from top to toe, I will be wearing my witch clothing; a black dress, a red hooded cloak, and suitable jewelry.

My personal New Year, my favorite festival in the Wheel of the Year, and my best day and night is Samhain.

May your Samhain/Halloween weekend be merry, positive, and life-affirming, dear readers and followers.

May our rulers find common sense, may the Universe grant us all happiness, inner peace, a good health, and kindness.

And may there be light in the darkness.

As we will it, so mote it be.

Blessed be.

Just a few words to remind us that the virus is still around.

The waiting time, my fourth testing, it is a long weekend.

Please stay safe, dear readers and followers.