The Northern Witch' s Blog

… where everything seems to be uphill from the beginning.

Nevertheless, I plan to create a miniature rocking chair, work on my upcoming Samhain witchcraft ritual, and write a couple of pages for my novel today.

Bad news, coming from every corner, it seems, can kiss my behind, pardon my French. I’m simply in too good a mood to spend time worrying, wondering, and guessing. Therefore, I actively choose to tune out from the outside world.

Just one of those days …

… where nothing seems to be worth touching throughout the morning.

But, no, definitely no!

I can’t, I won’t, and I shall not surrender myself to any kind of negativity today.

It may rain cats and dogs, it may prove to be a crazy day, and it may try to trigger my mental disorders big time.

I plan to have a great day, no matter what happens today.

I’m in a depressive mood these weeks, so I will have to short-circuit myself mentally to return to my preferred happy mood.

But this time, I take it easy and do things at my pace only.

Just one of those days …

… where life throws challenges at me without warning

I’m used to that after a difficult life so far. It’s when things are out of my control that I must adapt my reactions. So that I turn challenges into reasonable chunks of chores to attend one by one. Then, I can choose how to react without risking being way too emotional about it.

Today, I direct my creative energy into something beautiful by creating a rocking chair as part of my Samhain ritual. It reminds me of my ancestors; therefore, it will sit on my main altar, carrying photos of my loved ones behind the veil.

My plans also include preparing the ritual setup and writing my new pledge as a witch. And if my creative muse only would land on my shoulder again, I will be so pleased, dear Universe.

But, first, my husband and I need to take a PCR test because a dear friend has got the damned Coronavirus.

So, I sit here late in the morning, waiting for another friend to take us to the local test station. Waiting for that is just so uphill right now. But it calms me down to write here, and I will, of course, follow up with a result when I get it, dear readers and followers.

In the meantime, today’s pictures will be of my latest creation; a redecoration of my new spectacle cases and of my town after yesterday’s downpour.

Monday, I told my GP that I could not risk taking what he prescribed me regarding my new medication. The side effects may affect the heart, and I have a little trouble with my heart rhythm.

He was understanding; at least we had a good conversation on the phone.

My replacement strategy is to spend time being creative every day between 6 and 9 pm. Rather be a little restless than risk my physical health.

My mental health will be okay, too. I’m well medicated, and I have a high degree of compliance.

Just one of those days …

… where time seems to stand absolutely still, yet my thoughts are churning through my head.

Back at the keyboard after a long break, I’m still waiting. This time for an answer to whether or not I might have the Coronavirus. It will be late tomorrow morning, as we must expect up to twenty-four hours of waiting time.

It is annoying; it is everything but fun, and it is mentally tiresome to wait for something I wish weren’t necessary.

Tomorrow, therefore, there will be a short update here. So, dear Universe, please let the test be negative.

Just one of those days …

… where the outside world can take care of itself. Thank you, whoever infected my friend. Not.

I need to do something serious with today’s creative project, the rocking chair. So right after this blog post, I will begin gathering the necessary material to create it.

And for tonight, I will work on my upcoming Samhain ritual. In comes my novel, as from a different planet, into perspective.

I have enough thrill for today, thank you. I hope to channel it into a novel worth reading. Tonight will be a good time, indeed, to begin again-again touching that keyboard with my fingers.

I believe I have had a small writer’s block for some weeks now. But I fight back every inch of the way on the thin line between feeling insecure and being almost too absorbed.

Besides, I have a few extraordinary projects about some extra notes to create. If not for anything else that may spark my energy and make it possible to stay seated for enough time.

Just one of those days …

… where my thoughts and emotions are mixed between ups and downs all day long. I may have to cancel my counselor´s visit next Tuesday, but I´m lucky still because it is possible to ask for a phone call instead.

I have no symptoms whatsoever, yet I´m shaking from time to time. I´m fully vaccinated, but I certainly don´t need to try how it is to be infected with the Coronavirus.

I try not to think so much about it; I try to divert my mind with little creative projects, and I turn to extended naps when necessary.

It is Fall alright, weather gods, show me your best. Now it is so dark in my witch´s den that I need to light more than a candle, and so I will.

Just one of those days …

… may your weekend be filled with love, inner peace, and spiritual enlightenment, dear readers and followers.

May the world stop being so invasive into my private sphere. And may my mental disorders remain endurable, however active.

As I will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again.

Many things have changed in the past five years.

Five years ago, I lost my beautiful classic car. In the very early morning of October 17, 2016, it was stolen and burnt to ashes.

Today, I mark the day after five years of hoping not to receive yet another call from the police. I have absolutely no wish whatsoever to risk meeting those who did this. Why waste time meeting someone whose life is meaningless to me?

Meaningless because what they did that morning was meaningless.

Five years ago, the result was a lot of trouble with paperwork, seven months of still worsening mania, and almost also a lost marriage had it not been for our deep and lasting love for one another.

Today, we are happy, soon celebrating our copper wedding, which in the Danish tradition happens when you have been married for twelve and a half years. I´m married to my best friend, the love of my life, and the best man I could have chosen.

Full of meaning because what we do together makes sense and feels like the right thing to do.

Five years ago, we changed our lifestyle permanently. By moving to a new place, by working hard to obtain our goals of becoming economically independent, and by trying to find light in the world of darkness, we managed to come as far as we are now.

Today, it is a good day. We released all the sorrow, the pain, and the disbelief over a beautiful bonfire in the garden together with good people.

May those who ruined my car always remember their meaningless behavior. I forgive them, but I´ll never forget what they did that morning five years ago.

So mote it be.

In contrast to meaninglessness, I´ll begin working with my ritual for the upcoming Samhain Sabbath in two weeks.

It will take me considerable time to plan it. But, this year, it needs to be something special, something old mixed with something new, and something suitable for a celebration of my first five years as a witch.

Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again. These words will begin and end my ritual.

And, of course, there will be plenty of my own stuff as well. Two or three creative spells followed up with prayers and positive intentions for the Universe to consider.

A tarot spread, a garden blessing, and all the good stuff out of cabinets, drawers, and other hiding places around our home.

Five years ago, I took my first insecure step as a witch. I was scared to pieces; I did not know where to begin, and I could not decide my path for life.

Today, I love witchcraft and the idea of working with solid energies, crystals, Tarot cards, and practically everything else as well. I´m a grey witch, meaning that I will defend myself and my loved ones if need be.

Five years ago, I became a witch, a path that I have tried to find all my life. It happened on October 31, 2016, right after the incident with my car. I searched for a path of meaning rather than cleaning up after someone else´s mess.

Today, I´m happy and content that witchcraft is a significant part of our life. My husband participates in most of my rituals. Together, we share the magick of the atmosphere in my witch´s den during them.

Five years ago, I spent a lot of time studying the old Craft, working my solitary way through tons of new materials as well as the old stuff when available.

Today, I practice more than I study. My own practice has become a study in itself with no more than five ring binders, dozens of notebooks, and hundreds of handwritten notes.

For the remains of the day, it is all about diverting my thoughts, being creative with what I already have, and relaxing as much as possible.

The case with my old car is now cold. As it should be after five years of waiting to feel entirely free. I have been punished enough mentally due to the incident with my car.

I´m also slowly but surely adjusting to my shift in mood. The quiet side is here, ready to take charge. But I won´t let it, and I´ll work hard to get better soon.

I just need to take things at my own slower pace until I find my light in the darkness of bipolar disorder.

Five years ago, I had my worst manic period ever. Today, it´s controlled by medication and life-long therapy.

My GP prescribed me something that I simply can´t use. It is sedative, takes care of mania only, and has severe side effects that won´t benefit me.

I need to talk with him tomorrow, and I´m tired in my mind already. I´m disappointed that he is willing to give me something that will kill my creativity. Still, he won´t prescribe any pain killers due to their side effects.

It simply doesn´t fit together in my point of view. But I won´t let it ruin my weekend.

Now, it is time to be merry and grateful for my life.

Five years ago, my life was miserable in chaos. Today, I´m proud that I have come so far that I can release my feelings about my beautiful car, now a lasting memory in my soul.

I found an old photo when my car was still beautiful. I think it is appropriate to show it today, five years after it was destroyed by meaninglessness.

May today mark my mental progress, may my old car drive my loved ones on the other side of the veil, and may something so devastating never happen to anyone anymore.

Five years ago, a new path proved its worth. In two weeks, I will have been practicing as a witch for five years. It began as a desperate attempt to find meaning in chaos. Now it is a full-time dedication.

As we will it, so it is.

Good afternoon, dear readers and followers.

This morning, icy cold and windy with little fiery showers, I got my new glasses. One pair for general daily use, another pair for my creative pursuits.

This afternoon, I went to my GP to talk about my bipolar disorder. I ended up with a new medication that hopefully will help me get through my many mood swings and the no-mans-land between moods.

New routines are necessary to be cautious when using the new medication because of its side effects. And I need to adjust myself to my new glasses the first couple of weeks.

But all in all, I feel great and relieved. I have waited for new glasses for an extended time because saving before spending in a limited economy is crucial. Moreover, my bipolar disorder has been unpleasant this week and also longer. And new routines, therefore, come as a significant relief.

Besides all that jazz, everything is perfect and OK here at my little big spot of Paradise on Mother Earth. The celebration of Samhain is getting closer by the hour, and I can´t wait to present you with the best possible guided tour around my upcoming ritual.

It is my preferred ritual in the Wheel of The Year. It is my kind of New Year. And it is the celebration of my five years as a witch so far.

Therefore, this year, I will write about it as soon as it is over, followed by beautiful photos of the ritual in progress, on Sunday, October 31, 2021.

Another article will be here on Sunday, October 17, 2021. This day, five years ago, my beautiful classic car was stolen and burnt to ashes for no reason at all but to save somebody else´s sorry little butt, pardon my French.

But today, my mood is upbeat and on the happy side on the scale between oh yes so liberating to fly and oh no so devastating to stall, spin, and drop to the ground.

Being born with bipolar disorder is both a gift and a curse at the same time.

The gift lies in the creative veins in my body, mind, and soul. If controlled strictly with the correct medication and life-long therapy, mania can be a fun, productive, and spirit-lifting friend. Unfortunately, however, depression can be a rotten, bitchy, and merciless enemy.

The curse is that it will turn and turn and turn no matter how hard you try to control it. You are born with it, and you die with it.

Personally, it is a brand new “friendship” to love, maintain, and learn new lessons from. I got the diagnosis at the age of forty-eight.

The incident with my car in 2016 sent me spiraling into a mania that lasted at least seven months before I pulled my last strength and asked for professional help. I spent a week in the hospital, and after that, I worked with the district psychiatry for three years.

Their last help was to give me the possibility to benefit from weekly counselor visits in my home. For that, I´m grateful. Because it saved my life from being miserable. It saved my marriage. And it made me capable of joining true friendships again.

I know I´m lucky, for sadly, there are too many places where such help isn´t available. Therefore, my thoughts today go to those without it; may they find happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness.

Today, my reward for going out into the outside world, away from my beloved home, is to clean my creative desk after this blog post and go to my creative den and gather materials for a new creative project.

Next comes my call to my eighty-three-year-old father, shifting between being creative and watching TV, and the first dose of my new medication just before bedtime.

Tomorrow, I will work with my novels only. A whole day dedicated to writing, trying to convince my creative muse to stay on my shoulder rather than flying away all the time.

Sunday is already planned to be a small memorial of my classic car, an Opel Kadett, E type, 1985, 27,029 miles, stoled and burned in the early morning of October 17, 2016.

No matter what the weather gods may decide to do, there will be a bonfire in the garden where I will release my pain and troubles.

During this fall and winter, my husband will fix the number plate to paint it with original colors and the rainbow as well. It will be hung on the wall in our hall together with my best photo of it and the original keys.

I may forgive, but I never forget.

Now, it is time to enjoy my husband´s coffee, a delicious meal, and life in general. This week and probably a couple more, I´m recovering again-again from too many things happening for too long a time.

My counselor and my husband suggested that I go on a voluntary “vacation” from social gatherings and too many chores at the same time.

So, this week has been quiet but merry nonetheless.

I have had time to relax enough to go out today. I have been able to sleep properly, which this week meant a lot. And I have managed to be creative with one project at a time rather than having thousands of ideas becoming nothing at all.

And, I promise you, I will come back stronger than ever before. I have so many things that I would like to do; I have every opportunity to do just that, and now is the time to do something serious about it.

I achieved twenty-one words to write before hitting my goal of a thousand words written in an hour and 10 minutes.

May your weekend be merry, filled with joy and lasting memories, and blessed with love, laughter, and deep inner peace, dear readers and followers. And may no one be ever more stigmatized due to a mental disorder. So mote it be.

Yesterday, I was the proud hostess of a ladies´ luncheon. The weather gods played along, the food was delicious, and the company proved its worth.

Without a second of doubt, I will gladly host such a life-affirming event again. My friends are somewhat older than I, and my husband is four years younger than me. But their attitude toward life, their way of making even harsh times more manageable, and their genuine care outweigh that and any other differences there are between them and me.

Today, I´m happy yet tired mentally. My bipolar disorder plays mind games with me. The anxiety stands lined up, ready to attack with a hissing emotion. And my general restlessness is annoying to the degree of anger with myself.

Later this afternoon, we will have dinner with friends. It will be fun, filled with equal parts of laughter and serious conversation, and a couple of hours to remember.

But I need to use my extra medication to obtain enough physical and mental control over my body, mind, and soul.

My thoughts fly sky-high today, but writing and tidying our home helps me concentrate on letting the thoughts go to the Universe to find meaning.

So, I´m okay, Self.

Ladies´ luncheons in October means business. I had a few glasses of wine, but not too much, as I´m always careful when drinking anything other than water, coffee, and soft drinks.

My husband created a traditional menu with love and great skill; thank you, my darling sweetheart.

Yesterday, we talked and laughed. A lot. We really like each other´s company, perhaps because we are both different and so much alike when the talking takes on matters of defining importance to us.

Today, I´m not so talkative, a bit shy of social gatherings, and in-between highs and lows on the very same day.

But I know I will be okay after only a couple of minutes in the company of my husband and my friends.

This week has been even more productive than the previous one. Our home is practically and thoroughly tidied and cleaned, only needing to take care of a few other places, planned for tomorrow morning.

In three weeks and two days from today, I will evoke the elements, the gods, and our ancestors and announce my favorite witchcraft ritual, Samhain or Halloween.

It is my New Year.

Soon, I must begin planning in detail what I wish to obtain with this year´s celebration of my five years as a full-time witch.

And all the witchy stuff comes out of cabinets, drawers, and boxes. All in a serious effort to create beauty and meaning in a world in eternal war with itself.

I shield myself from the news streams these weeks because it affects me negatively if I watch too much of it. Therefore, I only take a brief look at the most important headlines and leave the rest to oblivion.

My creative dens are tidied, cleaned, and ready for take-off into the dark seasons. However, two projects waiting for me to come home from an early dinner are my reward today.

On my birthday in July, I got a butterfly in plaster. It needs to be painted like a rainbow, and I want to begin that project later tonight. The other is to remove stains from clothes and delicately embroidered dollies.

After that, I plan to create a picture of a beautiful animal with fabrics from my vast inventory of creative items.

Yesterday, we, four ladies and my husband, agreed to meet for another lunch on October 28, 2021, and on November 25, 2021, which happens to be the birthday of our hostess.

I´m already expecting a good time, lasting memories, and many laughs.

It is so soothing for my mental condition. It nurtures my soul, makes me feel genuinely related to someone, and releases inner tension caused by chronic stress from a challenging life.

Today, I smile even though I feel challenged by my bipolar disorder in particular. Life happens right here, right now. It doesn´t wait for anything at all.

There are simply too many joys in my life right now to be smitten with the temptation to procrastinate, letting myself slide, and focus on the negative aspects of the disorder.

To be on the safe side, I wrote to my counselors yesterday. Yes, two. My current counselor retires from January 2022. But she thought that I should have the opportunity to meet with my new counselor before that.

And it proved to be a great idea, both the writing and the meeting.

Today, I may be a bit off track, but nevertheless, I keep fighting my ailments with a smile because I´m happy with what I already got.

It is a fairy tale life, one in a million chance that skyrocketed my world, and a beautiful experience to be alive on our fantastic Mother Earth.

I don´t watch TV a lot. But when I do, I like nature shows and series most.

It upsets me deeply to watch my fellow human beings being so self-destructive and so egoistical about the right to be here or not.

We never have been, never will we be the masters of the Universe, no matter how hard we try to convince ourselves of the opposite point of view.

Ladies´ luncheons in October, oh, a great day to remember for the rest of my life. It was harmony among old school friends, delicious food and drink, and a feel-good atmosphere throughout the four hours it lasted.

Yesterday, there was magick in the air. Today, it is chilly, however beautiful clear the sky is.

A dinner just finished, everybody happy, full, and content. Magick happened again, and I came through it by being brutally honest about my condition today. Now, it´s time to relax and to be creative again.

May your weekend be blessed with deep inner peace, physical and mental relaxation, and positive karma, dear readers and followers.

As we will it, so mote it be.

This week, the changes came faster than expected. As a result, the line is ultra-thin, from fighting my Self to being energetic, full of optimism, and a practical workaholic.

But that is nevertheless what happened. So, I went upstairs and began redecorating the second floor, including clearing and cleaning the attic. And by all means, it was a much-needed operation that took off.

Now, I´m halfway through three rooms and a bathroom. My clothes are all sorted and two large bags donated to charity. And left for Sunday are the knickknacks and the decoration issue.

At the same time, I´m busy being creative in whatever fashion coming along my way. I work with my novel and my other creative projects the same way I work on daily chores.

I use a positive approach to try to be as creative as possible so that even dull tasks become fun and life-affirming.

And by now, I can feel the vibes stemming from a renewed friendship and new good people in our lives right here, right now.

It is so soothing, so refreshing, and so needed. For that, I´m more than grateful.

Fall 2021 – a season to remember because things begin to loosen up and be merrier than in Spring and partly during Summer.

My husband and I have agreed that my new sign on my creative desk is to be used every time I want to sit uninterrupted and write. The sign says “Do not disturb” on one side; on the other, it welcomes “Please disturb.”

So now it sits on the table in our living room, and when I´m done writing this blog post, I will turn the sign and read it to my husband for a good critique.

Last night, I had a lousy night with a restless struggle between trying to sleep and awakening from an interrupted sleep over and over. Finally, at seven-fifteen in the morning, I gave up and decided to get up and get some things done instead.

First, go to the pharmacy to get the flu vaccine. Second, coffee and cake at a friend´s place, then more coffee and typical Danish “hygge” at another friend´s house, and then home to begin redecorating the second floor for the remains of the afternoon.

Third, call my father and write this blog post. And finally, fourth, prepare mentally for tomorrow´s road trip to the son of one of our friends.

The latter, I reserve for the later hours of the evening. It is a sort of meditation because it is at this time of day that I reflect on life with some old-fashioned shadow work.

Yesterday, I went to a bigger town about 8.7 miles from my home. I need new glasses, and it is always expensive because I`m nearsighted, practically blind as a mole without glasses. And although I got two pair of glasses, they ended up in app. 890 dollars.

To spend that kind of money on one shopping incident, it has to be necessary from my point of view. And it was required, as it has been five years since I got my current pair.

We try to save money on every possible occasion, recycle a lot, and take Mother Nature into consideration when using resources.

We have paid our dues and can rely on a small but stable economy, including no debt.

It took us about eight years to come so far, so I´m proud and grateful that we succeeded in becoming genuinely free from an economic perspective.

Fall 2021 – a season to remember because our band of old school friends takes care of business in the best post possible way. We help each other and stand close together if need be.

But what characterizes such friendships are straightforwardness, direct and brutal honesty, and common sense decently.

It is a direct contrast to our intense breakup with toxic people in Spring. And I feel from deep inside my body, mind, and soul that it is the true path for my husband and me.

Everything is better now.

My bipolar disorder is stable and tolerable, although the energy runs somewhat high these weeks. However, the anxiety keeps a fair distance, and my physical ailments are manageable.

Another witchcraft ritual is under development, a Full Moon ceremony with beautiful altar setups, lots of positive affirmations and blessings, and a feel-good atmosphere.

I need to practice a little more before my preferred ritual from The Wheel of the Year, Samhain, on October 31, 2021.

At the same time, the world is crazier than ever before. So, yes, we do live in troubled times, and I speak my truth.

Suppose we do not pull ourselves together and stop pretending that we alone rule the world. In that case, I feel deeply worried.

But to remain sane, I need to divert myself from the outside world as much as possible. So I prefer staying home to going out shopping or doing other things that demand that you are physically there.

Fall 2021 – a season to remember because there are both painful and sweet memories to live with and cherish.

From now on, until Spring next year, my novel needs my full attention, so my plan is to keep trying to get up earlier in the morning and write before my daily visit with friends. Then write some more in the afternoons, ending up with a small writing session in the evening.

It will be a busy Fall and Winter this year. And it is so important to us, as we are recovering from life at its roughest twists and turns. For that, we are grateful.

Well, I´m tired after a long day´s work. I need to fully relax before a couple of hours of driving and social gathering tomorrow. So these were the words for today,

May your weekend be blessed with love, deep inner peace, and happiness, dear readers and followers. Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again. So mote it be.

Yesterday was definitely not me. At all.

Like Monday, I was mentally exhausted and physically tired. Therefore, I removed the day from the calendar; I decided to wait for my weekly update until today.

My eighty-three-year-old father visited us last weekend. It was so good to see him again and be able to talk face-to-face for once. Of course, we speak on the cell phone three times a week, but the personal conversation just is that much better.

The first picture today shows my father and me in our garden around a bonfire. I burned a five-year-old police report about my beautiful classic car. May it rest in peace; now is the time to let go of any kind of leftover negativity that has haunted me for so long.

My old neighbor has promised to bring my father whenever she needs to visit her daughters in Copenhagen and Odense. It is only an extra half hour to get to us, so she is very kind, one of the good people in this crazy world.

The second picture is from my witch´s den, where my husband and I celebrated the Autumn Equinox Thursday this week.

My Tarot cards showed me that yes, there is hard work ahead, but it is positive. So to me, it is necessary to work hard daily with my mental illnesses. Because if I don´t, well, then my condition will worsen for no reason but my laziness.

The giant sunflower head was from a plant almost twelve feet high. My husband is suitable to be proud of his hard work in the garden.

The magick happened when I discovered that a Full Moon spell was used on a former occasion a couple of years ago when the Moon and Sun signs were similar but in reverse order.

I blessed some plant bulbs for next year with a prayer to the Universe; we wrote down our future wishes and let the wind grab the ashes, and we had a perfect time together.

But the best and most important event this week was my conversation with a close friend. We may live different lives, we may be apart for years, and we may stop in the middle of a good discussion because life just happens.

She is the person who knows me best, and apart from my husband and a few dear friends, I choose my circle of friends with great care.

It was so relieving to speak with her again today. Usually, we talk for at least one hour, but most often, more than that.

She is the closest I have come to having a sister. And no matter how much time that has passed since our latest conversation, we simply tune in to each other.

Next year, my husband and I will have been married for twelve and a half years, a copper wedding in Denmark. We want to renew our wows to each other, and I pray to the Universe that my dear friend and her beautiful family will be here to witness that.

Anyway, I´m back behind the keyboard, I´m happy and content with my life, and I believe that magick can happen anywhere. If you only dare to look for it the simplest of places and occasions.

This weekend, I´m busy working on my novel, along with countless creative projects. But I know it will not be so many hours. First, I need to recover from a long week and relax in my body, mind, and soul.

I will sit in my witch´s den tomorrow. I want to clean up after our ritual, meditate in silence about my many blessings, and fully take in the magickal atmosphere in the room.

All things considered, I seriously need to spend much more time both there and in my many other creative spaces in my little big home.

We should also begin redecorating the second floor sometime next week because it needs attention big time.

So, there are plenty of projects to take on, and the only problem is choosing where to start. My answer to that is to make a longer list with the tasks cut up into smaller bites.

That will be my work today after writing this blog post and a more extended break.

I´m forever grateful for all my followers; thank you once more for being here, staying, and being you. It is an honor to write to you.

I have been good this week, too. I have cut down the amount of time used to watch the news. I do see and hear what is necessary to see and hear. But I try to shield myself as much as possible.

Therefore, I use diversion with creative projects. It heals, it soothes, it calms. And it works miracles for me.

Burning a police report over a bonfire feels good. It was a time of release, it cleared my mind, and it ended a painful period in my life, just before I became a witch.

I´m already planning my celebration of Samhain 2021. It will be with everything I got to show my love for witchcraft, including pictures of my ancestors and lost loved ones and, therefore, my car. It will be the most extended ritual of the year, the most beautiful, and the most thought-provoking.

I will rewrite my pledge as a witch, and for once, I will go public and publish it here.

Last, but not least, I need to express my gratitude to the goddesses and gods of the Universe. Thank you, for my life, for everything I have, and especially for my loved ones.

May your weekend be blessed with happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness, dear readers and followers. And may the world relax so that it again is possible to live a simple yet complicated life here at my incredible paradise on Mother Earth. This circle is now closed; may it be remembered.

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

My husband and I have been busy all day preparing for my father´s visit this weekend. We will celebrate Christmas together Saturday because we don´t know if he will visit in December.

Sixteen hours before a visit, I´m physically tired but mentally happy and more than ready to enjoy the time with my father.

We don´t get to see each other that often because we live 101 miles/163 km apart. However, we speak on the cell phone three times a week, and we share almost everything.

This blog post was written on a cloudy Thursday, but it will go online tomorrow as usual. It is because I want to maximize my time with my father. So, although I will want to write during his visit, I will save the writing sessions for the time with television shows that he likes to watch.

And in those sessions, I will write my heart out and try to create something worth reading aloud for my father while he is here with us.

My father´s Christmas present is a good set of chess. He has expressed a wish to learn to play chess, and we can always play through the cell phone when he is accustomed to the moves and the rules, which I will try my best to teach him this weekend.

Sixteen hours before a visit, I´m also recovering from two tough days this week. The day before yesterday was hideous due to my bipolar disorder. I always get these mood swings a couple of days after shifting from one mood to another.

I have the mixed condition, where it is possible to be both happy and sad simultaneously, even on the very same day.

It is highly annoying because it hinders me from doing something creative to divert my racing thoughts. Then I become so restless that the whole house is affected by it. And it keeps on ruining my concentration until I get so tired of myself that I get up and get everything done with the speed and furious force like a tornado.

Yesterday was somewhat better, but not until today did I manage to regain control over myself again. I have asked my counselor for guidance in such situations. However, it is too tiresome and frustrating not to do something serious about it.

Fifteen and a half hours to a long-awaited visit, and everything in my life seems to be as good as perfect right now.

We have unique opportunities for creating a beautiful and giving life here at our little big spot on Mother Earth.

My husband has spent the whole week making the heavy preparations. In contrast, I had to repair myself over a couple of days before I could contribute as well.

During the weekend, I plan to get the time to prepare for my next great Sabbath, Mabon or the Autumn Equinox, which in Denmark is on September 22.

It will be a rich ritual due to the Full Moon next week. Perhaps I will recharge my crystals in the moonlight, pick a delicate incense, and grab all the good stuff along with altar cloths, corresponding candle and ribbon colors, and a beautiful altar setup. First, I want to send a spell of gratitude to the Universe.

I feel that I have accomplished something significant by being able to live the way I do. I have never before in my life experienced such good things as I do right here, right now.

Second, I want to express my gratitude for all my blessings, and thirdly, I want to send off positive karma to my loved ones around the world.

I think it is here where I tell you, dear readers and followers, that I include you in my idea of what a true family can be.

The best one is not necessarily the one that followed our birth into this world.

But most of all, I´m looking forward to celebrating Samhain on October 31.

I plan to renew my pledge to witchcraft with a solid personal statement about my beliefs and why I became a witch five years ago.

This weekend, however, will also be when I say the final goodbye to my beautiful classic car that was stolen and burnt to ashes just before I took my first insecure steps as a baby witch in 2016.

I will do so by burning the police report. Five years have almost passed, and now the case is as cold as stone. Which I´m happy about because I have no wish whatsoever ever to meet those who did such a meaningless act.

And then I will let go of what no longer serves me over a bonfire together with my husband and my father.

Fifteen hours before a visit, I´m contemplating using the remains of the day to try to build a miniature Chinese house. This week´s blog picture shows the second house, a flower shop I finished building last Sunday.

But first comes a long hot bath and comfortable clothes. Self-care is also essential when living with bipolar disorder and anxiety. Therefore, I take time to spoil myself like I like to spoil my loved ones.

Next Friday will be about my Mabon ritual, and there are pictures from my witch´s den, of course. I will include a closer look into my preparations for a Sabbath as well.

I´m rather curious what my Tarot cards will tell me the next time I touch them because my latest spread showed hard work ahead. So I would very much like to find out more about what it may mean in my everyday.

May your weekend be blessed with lots of love and care, exciting conversations, and happy moments to remember forever, dear readers and followers.

May the peoples of this turbulent world come together rather than apart, and may the Universe grant us all happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness. As we will it, so mote it be.

Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again.

Suppose you sometimes stop reflecting on where life’s adventures have been hiding lately. In that case, you need to rethink your priorities and look close up around you.

This week, I learned by direct experience that the real magick happens when you least expect it.

Slowly but surely, my husband and I have found the rarest kind of friends. You know, the good ones to whom a word is a word, brutal honesty is preferable to lies and deceit, and a favor for a favor is a must.

The magick of real life hit me direct in the heart, mind, and soul as we wished each other a blessed weekend around noon today. Seldom have I personally met more lovable people. Team spirit all the way, also through the afternoon with yet another dear friend.

I feel privileged because I have everything I need close by, and my worldwide family expands step by step. Welcome to new followers, and thank you for being here.

I live a fairytale life now. I simply cannot find anything in my past that can surpass the way things are changing for the better right here, right now.

My husband was offered the chance to maintain an old and former beautiful garden. It needs solid work, caring hands, and a lot of patience. But it has the potential to become more than beautiful.

I help as much as my physical and mental ailments will allow me to. My wooden leg hurts like hell, my knees and feet torment me, and my bipolar disorder and its friend anxiety keep pushing my limits.

But after a great week with good people, it feels a little less tiresome. So there is some leftover energy. And my thoughts are filled with tons of ideas to put into reality one by one.

The magick of real life feels like coming home.

Therefore, tomorrow morning, I will light the candles and the sage incense and do the following steps:

• Preparations: Pick your favorite witchcraft props and try to combine practicality with beauty.
• Step one: speak the following words as invitation to the goddesses and the gods of the Universe:” Goddesses and Gods of the Universe, welcome to our circle of love, faith, and harmony. Please watch over this rite and grant us the gifts of truth, inner peace, and happiness.”
• Step two: grab a deck of Tarot cards. Pick a personal significator and shuffle thoroughly. Then draw thirteen random cards; remember to save the last card for clarification issues. Interpret what your senses tell you to notice.
• Step three: make a spell bag on the fly with whatever you got of herbs, crystals, oils, petitions, and personal objects, and think of something you would like to attract to your magickal life. Then speak a personal prayer over it, put it somewhere special, and imagine the five elements enclose it and protect it.
• Step four: do any extra stuff you like to do in a witchcraft ritual and end the rite with e.g. this circle closure: “Goddesses and gods of the Universe, thank you for watching over us and our rite. Please hear our prayers and allow us to let go of what no longer serves us. This circle is now closed. Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again.

It is a thanksgiving ritual made on the fly, as I’m writing this for you, dear readers and followers.

Yesterday, I finally made good progress with my novel project. And even though that I’m physically tired, this evening will be giving too.

I can feel it in my body, mind, and soul that my inspirational muse has granted me peace in my head to concentrate enough to write something worth reading more than twice.

The magick of real life happens while you stop hunting for happiness and love. The day I met my husband, I met love. And today, I fully met happiness.

Things have definitely changed for so much better.

I’m now entirely in my manic phase, where I speak more, do more, and live more. But don’t worry, there is the correct medication, therapy, and hard work to control it.

My anxiety is also on the retreat after a couple of annoying attempts during the evenings and nights.

And I have decided to get up and make coffee the next time I wake up in the craziest of hours of the night. So I might as well try to write when I can’t sleep more than five to six hours every night.

I must confess, however, that I take an afternoon nap from time to time when I’m in this phase. But lately, I have spent my afternoons with a friend building miniature houses. The pictures of today show a flower shop and a traditional Chinese house.

Especially the latter is intriguing because the size is tiny indeed. So it will take me a long time to finish it, and some of it will be slow work and periods without trying to assemble anything at all.

The magick of real life is right around you if only you dare to look close enough and remain happy and grateful for what you already have.

I have found happiness, inner peace, a good health, and kindness now.

For that, I thank you, dear Universe.

Tomorrow will also be the day where I pull myself together and begin tidying up. Next Friday, my 83-year-old father comes for a three-day visit. We miss him dearly, but now another unique friend brings him here whenever she needs to visit her daughters.

Then he doesn’t need to use the train anymore, and it is more than fair because he deserves to be brought by car instead.

May your weekend be blessed with inspiring thoughts, creative sparks, and happy moments, dear readers and followers.

And may the world’s peoples find that the authentic way to happiness has nothing to do with money, status, and expensive symbols of own superiority. As we will it, so mote it be.

This week, almost everything seems to function the way I want it to be.

My mood has changed for the better, and this time I hope that it will last long enough for me to regain most of my inner strength. Today, however, I feel somewhat tired, and therefore, I granted myself an extra afternoon nap. On top of the morning nap, well, it sometimes takes two rounds of naps for me to make the most of the day.

But the week has been outstanding, full of joy and laughter with my husband and some unique friends. We all belong to the old school where a word is a word, where we laugh and cry through life´s challenges together, and where we have each other´s back no matter what.

My old school week began with creative pursuits, and it ends with a weekend filled with writing and yet more creative projects.

This blog post, however, I dedicate to my husband and my friends. They are so dear to me that I, for once, have some difficulty finding the right words to show my gratitude for having them in my life.

Together, we are seven people, each so different from the others that it takes like-minded people to understand us fully. Four women and three men.

We have in common an old-school outlook on life in general, life experience stemming from years of hard personal work for better or worse, and the belief that speaking the truth is the essential tool to get through life without too many scars.

We also share the love of recycling and using our abilities to create with creativity for the love of creating something with our minds and hands.

Recently, my husband and I had to make a harsh decision and say no forever to a toxic relationship with people we no longer want to take part in our life.

But it resulted in something so much better, and it paved the way for a network worth both the time and the work for it.

We help each other through the everyday, we share our respective talents, and we genuinely like what we see and hear when we are together.

Concerning my writing adventure, it is a bit on hold this week. I prefer to work in mind alone right now, so that I have material enough for at least twenty to twenty-five pages. Therefore, I plan to write a lot this weekend.

And it might as well be during the night since my sleep pattern is crazy after a more extended period of depressive racing thoughts.

But I do get my sleep now, just not as much during the night.

It doesn´t matter that much, though, because I´m early retired and have the opportunity to sleep well through my mornings if that is what it takes to get enough sleep.

In the best mood for me, bipolar disorder is an advantage. Here, I find my creative muse; I feel that I accomplish something, and  I want to stay forever in my preferred mood. I know it is not possible, but I always long for this whenever I´m on the depressive side.

My anxiety disorders stay calm and only hiss at me from their corners.

Nevertheless, I´m cautious not to overload my mind with too many projects at a time, and I ask my loved ones to remind me that I need more breaks than usual right now.

It feels like sitting in a rowboat without oars, and the worst part is when the boat rocks between moods.

But I keep up my hard work to learn as much as possible about my mental disorders to control them most effectively.

And after a couple of years with it, you learn to cope if you do your part and try your best every day.

My old school week began Monday with a morning coffee meeting at a new place to us. My husband helped our new friend with her garden and got some delicate plants in return.

Tuesday, it was time for another friend and me to continue the work piecing together miniature houses. Wednesday was full of therapy and a long phone call with my eighty-three-year-old father. Thursday, the energy ran low, but my friend and I enjoyed a walk in her garden instead.

Today, Friday, I pulled the whole day out of the calendar and retreated to get some needed sleep.

Until it was time again for my weekly blog post. And why not write about the people around me who make my days so much better now just by showing me love, respect, and honesty.

I don´t need to have many people in my life, but I need the right kind of people around me. The kind of people who you can trust, who are good-hearted, and who are genuinely interested in doing something enjoyable together.

And I have found such people. They are scarce in a world full of crazy people doing stupid things. They are hard to find because they don´t trust others that easily. And they are unbearable to lose because they occupy a big piece of my heart.

So, I take as much care of them as they take care of me.

Next week, I will create a beautiful witchcraft ritual for my husband and me. And after that, we will share a bonfire in the garden. It is high time to let go of what no longer serves us so that there is room for new adventures with our dear friends. We must also prepare for my father´s visit two weeks from today.

But there will be plenty of time to be creative and to write my novels.

My old school week became the return of the best possible version of me. But now I´m tired; therefore, I will wish you a blessed weekend, dear readers and followers.

And may the world find peace with itself sooner rather than later.

As we will it, so mote it be.

During these last days of summer 2021, I feel a deep need to express my condolences to mourning families worldwide.

Referring to the bombs in Kabul, Afghanistan, I sincerely hope that the world will come to its senses ASAP.

We all mourn because such violence is just meaningless in the purest sense of the word.

Nothing whatsoever justifies such things.

I don´t care about skin color, belief system, or any other cultural difference between me and other human beings. However, what matters to me is what hides behind the eyes and deep within the heart, mind, and soul.

I simply can´t watch the horror live on the news over and over …

Therefore, I try to divert my thoughts as much as possible from TV and radio. Instead, I turn to great orchestral music with which it is possible to write great stuff. Followed up by inciting, beating, roaring drums, and crying bass guitar solos. And to get to the end of today´s blog post with the faster, modern, electronic music that makes my fingers dance in tune.

The last days of summer 2021, well, to be brutally honest, they hurt due to a wooden leg right under my left buttock, annoying return of chronic arthritis pain in most parts of the body, and a bipolar disorder that needs to be told who´s the boss around here.

But this week brought up a new thing to be happy about. My latest creative inspiration is the charming work with a couple of miniature buildings. I have a flower shop and a beautiful traditional Chinese house. And my friend has a lovely little blue place. So we help each other building them.

And when I ask my husband for help as well, it is because arthritis weakens my hands and fingers from time to time. I also need new glasses. But, that is for October and, therefore, soon enough.

The pictures of this week are from my husband´s garden. Yesterday, we had a sweet, however short, coffee séance in the yard. More correct, it is becoming an actual city jungle of all sorts of plants, filled with the sight of beautiful butterflies along with humming bees.

The weather gods have once again sent us downpours and cats and dogs. Perhaps it is their silent protest watching over a world in an eternal fight with itself.

These last days of summer 2021 are filled with thoughts, many, thousands, and millions of them. I try to convince my bipolar disorder that it is best to return to the happiest version of me sooner rather than later.

As funny or awkward as it may sound, my anxiety disorders keep to themselves and have done that for some time now. However, this reminds me to be extraordinarily careful because, typically, it is in such situations that the attacks are heavier, more encompassing, and harder to conquer.

So, diversion is a significant issue here right now. I have spent the week writing in hand rather than typing because I needed to do something with high demands for concentration abilities. It always takes more time, but it was a bliss to be slow this week.

Concerning racing thoughts, I work intensely with my main characters. Now, two of them are ready to be used for personal gain in the shrewd hands of my female villain.

And by the end of this month, I will have the remaining six ready for action too.

Last days of summer, oh, I dread the upcoming fall and winter seasons. Believe me, I know their intense beauty, but it doesn´t make my mood any better. Not this year. Like it did not happen in 2020.

I always feel somewhat numbed, a little moody, and with a touch of sentimentality whenever summer is over again. This is because we wait so long for it to come, and when it finally is here, it only takes a few weeks before it is way gone again.

On September 28, 2021, it will be seven years since my beloved mother´s passing. It still hurts like hell, I still cry easily at the thought of her, and she´s still profoundly missed.

This Samhain is so very different from my first four years as a witch. On October 17, it will be five years since my beautiful classic car was stolen and burnt to ashes. Now, I finally get to burn the police report; they told me it would be five years before the case would turn permanently cold.

Therefore, I will celebrate my ancestors and my thirty-one-year-old car at Samhain, renewing my solemn vows to witchcraft.

Until then, I have only one ritual left for this, my fifth year as a witch. It is Mabon or Fall Equinox next month.

I already know by now that I want to work much more with meditation and little daily rituals in my sixth year as a witch. For I need to feel happiness, inner peace,  good health, and kindness.

I need it to be able to sit quietly and write my novels. The writing part is scary because soon, it is time to prove what I believe that I can.

September 1, 2021, I embark on the significant writing part of my writing adventure with a psychological thriller. Also, travel in the first novel to endure together with my characters. So, I´ll be swamped from there.

Therefore, I need diversion with both daily chores and other creative pursuits. I have asked my husband to teach me how to be a capable home chef. We begin from September to cook together, which will be both entertaining and highly educational (my husband knows how to cook great meals).

May your weekend be blessed with peace, freedom, happiness, and personal well-being, dear readers and followers. May the world grow up and begin working to keep the peace rather than making meaningless wars. And may the weather gods be kind and grant us sunshine and the last days of summer 2021. And so mote it be.

Yesterday, I went on a complete day trip with highly treasured friends of the old kind, the rare people, the ones you can trust.

We traveled across significant parts of Jutland, paused at three different beaches, and had our lunch and afternoon coffee at cozy rest areas along the route.

Today´s picture was taken at a beach called Norre Vorupor (in Danish, it s Nørre Vorupør). It was windy; we got sandblasted, and we enjoyed our ice cream to the view of a roaring North Sea.

My body, soul, and mind heals near water and especially on days like yesterday. I have a wooden leg from a recent fall in a driveway after heavy cloudbursts. It is an annoying pain, it demands pain killers, and I know it will be weeks, perhaps months before it stops harassing me.

But after yesterday´s adventure, it doesn´t matter that much to me anymore. I´m mentally refreshed in a way I haven´t had the opportunity to experience for a very long time. My lunch, asparagus soup, is on the stove, a Blue Moon celebration awaits on the weekend, and it´s Friday.

I like Fridays best because then I get the chance to write for you, dear readers and followers. It is a privilege and an honor to do that.

For the remains of the day, I need to work around my many notes once again. I have about 20 pages left to incorporate in my latest notebook. And I want to work much more with my female antagonist, who is becoming more apparent to me day by day.

A formidable woman, a terrifying enemy, a human predator in disguise.

Her name and profile are yet to be fully developed, as I prefer to let my characters speak for themselves and show up whenever they feel for it. My inspirational muse contemplates my current efforts and is just outside of my reach.

Character development is a must when trying to write a psychological thriller. Therefore, I work with my main characters, the minor roles, and the extras when they present themselves to me. To not force the creative process of attempting to conquer the complex art of outlining a trilogy, I focus on writing when feeling inspired only.

The heavy, work-intensive part of becoming a writer I do also when I don’t feel inspired. There are many, many hours of thinking, scribbling notes, and building up a novel series.

However, for the first draft, I write straight from my heart and don´t stop to think twice. If I did that, I wouldn´t get very far due to inner doubts, and I simply don´t have time for that.

This weekend, we will celebrate the Sturgeon Moon and a Blue Moon because the Moon will be at the direct opposite position of the Sun. An excellent opportunity to express our gratitude over the way our lives have come full circle, to politely ask the Universe to grant us physical, mental, and spiritual healing, and to enjoy the beauty of my unique witch´s den.

As the second picture shows, my current creative diversion project is to piece together a miniature flower house. I have built a rack of shelves and a cupboard so far. Someday shortly, I hope to finish it before my 83-year-old father comes for a weekend visit in mid-September.

The Afghanistan crisis touches me deeply, and I, therefore, restrict my news watching to an absolute minimum.

Yes, it is time to show some serious gratitude, indeed.

I´m grateful that my life is filled with challenges, that I can write in freedom, and that I get to be with my loved ones regularly.

Let´s all meet in a silent online prayer for the welfare of those whose lives are at stake in a way that we here in the Western part of the world can hardly imagine.

A day on the road and at the wild North Sea recharged my mental batteries in a positive form, as I can promise now that my current mood swings soon will be released by my best possible version of me.

I can feel the change coming, and I´m happy and relieved.

After all, it is here that I can fully draw on my best creative energy. I need to be careful, nonetheless, because when I´m in the happy stage of my balance between highs and lows, I can´t always feel when I´m tired and need extra rest.

Yesterday also brought the first meeting with my new counselor. She is good at what she does, she is easy to talk with, and I look forward to working with her to make me able to master my own life.

The little wise, old dog sleeps in his basket at my feet. My husband watches TV with the philosophical cats, except for one of them, loudly informing us that she wanted a trip to our outdoor cat den.

I had a good conversation with my father earlier this afternoon; I spoke with my friends from yesterday, too. And I´m just in the mood for some work tonight. Well, not without painkillers, I´m afraid.

I sit on a soft pillow, as my leg problem means trouble sitting for long periods. Of course, walking the dog hurts as well, but I won´t do without it, for my dog and I need to do precisely that together every day we get to be together.

A long warm bath this morning loosened up the muscle tissue just below my left buttock. A simple thing to actually enjoy sitting down for more than a couple of minutes at a time; that truly makes my day. And so, we have already come to the end of today´s blog post. May it be life-affirming to read.

May your weekend and week be peaceful, beautiful, and full of love and care, dear readers and followers. And may the world reach out to those in desperate need of help right here, right now. As we will it, so mote it be.

Tomorrow, my husband and I will have known each other for thirteen years. We have been married for twelve years already, and on January 18, 2022, we will have been married for exactly twelve years and six months. In my country, Denmark, traditionally it is called a copper wedding.

But a garden party during winter, no, thank you. So, therefore, we will celebrate in the summer of 2022 instead.

Thirteen years with my husband, where have all those years gone? Time is relentless, and we have had our significant share of marital difficulties during the years, culminating with the brutal news in 2016 about my beautiful classic car that was stolen and burnt to ashes for nothing at all.

An incident that sent me spiraling into a long and challenging manic episode for at least seven months. I had to be hospitalized in 2017. Since then, I have fought hard to conquer a bipolar disorder combined with ADHD and four anxiety diagnoses.

But gradually, the recent years have taught us both to stop fighting and to appreciate the bond of deep, true love between us.

Tomorrow is most certainly an appropriate time for a magickal ritual of gratitude in my witch´s den. And as I did recently, so will I plan for tomorrow as little as possible, only find my light version of a Book of Shadows, a black handwritten notebook.

I will pick my most treasured props and magickal items around in the many witchy corners of this old, extensive, and inspiring house that we live in.

I will play calming and meditating music on my cellphone. So, yes, I do use modern technology, too.

And I will show you my altars next Friday.

Something delicious to eat is also part of our celebration of the day thirteen years ago tomorrow when we met for the first time.

Coincidental, it was. It simply happened, and it was the best choice in my life.

My husband is a rare kind of a human being. He is brutally honest yet loving and deeply caring. He is hard-working, straightforward, and a good man. And he is the love of my life, my best friend, and my ally in the constant inner battle of mine.

Thirteen years with my husband, I would never ever change for anything in this crazy world.

He fully deserves some extra credit on my lifelong list of rare people I have been lucky enough to meet. He has changed my worldview many times, and not many people do I allow that prerogative.

Therefore, it is so, this blog post is written to him, about him, and to thank the Universe for him in my life.

His greatest passion besides our life together, our three philosophical cats, and the little wise, old dog is his beloved garden. Today´s blog pictures show his tall sunflower that is visible also in our back garden and my latest creative project.

A story on a canvas about a man walking his dog at a time when the sun shines, the moon is visible, it rains, and there are stars and a beautiful, glittering rainbow.

Tell me what you think when you look.

Today, I´m slower than I prefer to be; everything takes extra time, I´m quickly tired, and I´m in-between moods.

My S.A.D. lurks on the horizon as we soon enter the fall season from September 1. Mother Earth rocks our boat. And people are acting stranger than ever around the world.

But what really matters is what happens in the present moment, to make the most of every possible situation and to seek happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness.

And to help me incorporate that into a lifestyle fit for ups and downs, I have my husband. Right now, he is contemplating life in general and enjoying his daily nap after a morning full of energy.

He is also my strongest critic when we talk about my novel-writing adventure. Especially dialogue is his turf. He can hear the difference between good and rubbish. And mostly, he is right, spot on.

On the other hand, my husband is my knight in shining armor. He is attentive, encouraging, and loyal. As a friend, he is direct, present around the clock, and caring.

For him, I´m so grateful, dear Universe.  

Again today, I embark on a writing journey without knowing where it might take me. Yet, it is the part of writing that I love the most. The feeling of creating something just by writing one´s thoughts down and shaping it into a coherent piece of art.

However, the most intense moment of my writing is when I present it to my husband and you, dear readers and followers.

It is an honor and a privilege to be read. Thank you.

Yesterday, I had a minor breakthrough in work with my upcoming novels. I use a whiteboard to keep track of my current progress. And my latest addition to my many writing ideas is to keep a photo journal of that whiteboard.

The photo journal on my cellphone is an excellent reminder of the need to go back and check notes, character profiles, and plot twists, etc., from time to time.

The week has been long due to personal issues that have demanded maximum energy. Therefore, I need longer breaks and periods with creative diversions these weeks.

At the moment, I work with miniature houses. Patience, perseverance, and creation of beauty, however delicate and tiny.

I  need new glasses, and I just know by heart that it will be a costly affair. It is the thought of going out without masks, although fully vaccinated, among people who seem to care less and less.

In my ritual tomorrow, I will include an element of mental healing to generate enough extra energy to actually go out of my comfort zone and get my much-needed glasses.

In the meantime, dear readers and followers, please stay safe, enjoy life, and let me know how you are doing. So it is.

Thursday this week, my husband and I got our second shot of the Pfizer vaccine. I´m equally grateful for and thoughtful about feeling just a little bit secure.

I search for mindfulness, enlightenment, and inner peace in a world of deep insecurity, social unrest, and severe consequences of human activity on Mother Earth.

Here in Denmark, most people are acting as if the virus has left us for good. But we hang on to being extremely cautious when out in society. And I´m getting better and better at letting the news have its own life.

I do care, I´m deeply concerned, I worry. But I still got the opportunity to choose how much I let it affect my daily life and mental condition. So if it is close to us, if it is necessary to act now, and if it is something to take notice of sooner rather than later, then I listen and act.

If not, I still listen, but I let my frustrations flow with the creative flow in creating something beautiful and valuable as a direct contrast to what I can´t change, however much I can´t accept it.

Yesterday, I hurt. A lot. My arthritis and chronic pain nearly drove me off the edge, so that I had to turn to pain killers to get through the day. My mood needs to change soon as well. Therefore, I didn´t write a blog post.

Today, thank you, dear Universe, is so much better, though, concerning the level of pain.

I´m a bit slower than usual, but it is okay Self.

The extras in my novels, the sidekicks, and the main characters jump up and down to be written. I have trouble enough already concentrating due to my bipolar disorder. Thank you so much. Not.

I need to take charge of this business as soon as possible. So my plan is to completely clear my desk except for my laptop along with paper and pens. Then I will be trying the art of plotting because now I really need to keep focusing on a character-driven story rather than the external action for a long while.

I think the issue is that I want to create everything at once, which is simply impossible. I have the novels in my mind, but getting them down onto paper, that´s a totally different thing.

But after writing this blog post, I believe that I´m capable of working a couple of hours with the prologue and chapter one in my first novel. Then my hands will be warmed enough up to write something worth reading more than just once.

Yesterday was great in a different way. We went to our local market with two friends of the good old-fashioned kind. My husband found two more witch dolls for my witch´s den. In today´s pictures, you´ll be able to spot some of them. I have 15 in total now. Collecting continues.

Fully vaccinated and business almost as usual, I´m feeling better than in the past three weeks. I´m working hard to change it back to my preferred mood, which is the total opposite of how I´m battling myself on the inside.

Only I and my loved ones genuinely learn the implications of a bipolar disorder combined with anxiety. So I´m eagerly awaiting a call from my new counselor, whom I have yet to meet in person. Right now, my therapy consists of a diversion from even the slightest signs of negativity, rest, and iron will.

My latest Tarot card reading when celebrating Lammas, the first harvest festival, indicated hard work ahead. Of course, that´s not news to me, but I take it into consideration nevertheless.

A long warm hot bath later in the afternoon or early evening will be a life-affirming experience, as my body is pretty tired after a day of annoying pain on impractical parts, like, e.g., the ribs, the hips, and the knees with different levels of pain, of course, and certainly not synchronized.

Something delicious to eat, a cozy arrangement with lots of pillows and blankets on the couch after a good writing session, and peace and quiet in my body, mind, and soul in the evening. Those are my goals for today.

This week brought beauty in its raw context, too. My 83-year-old father wrote me an email that I´ll keep forever. He praised me, wrote between the lines that he was proud, and it inspired me. My husband brought me socks just before I sat down to write this.

And my dear friends, both close to me and around the globe, are also part of my big extended rainbow family.

Writing through my little window to the world is, as always, an incredible journey to be lucky enough to experience in this life of mine.

This weekend, I will try to work my way through my latest creative diversion. I have a black canvas, stones from a life of collections, and paint, other innovative materials, and an idea. About a man walking his dog with a rainbow on a sunny, shiny, beautiful day.

I plan to use crystals to create contrasting shadows. And so my project becomes a witchy thing as well.

However, how much I will be able to work with it depends on the level of arthritis pain in my hands. It really annoys me because it sometimes halters even the smallest of plans. The afternoon I spent laying down on my couch, trying to sleep some of the pain away.

But at least I can transport my canvas project from my creative den to my creative desk in our former dining area. Perhaps, with a bit of luck as well, I might paint the central rainbow in all seven colors, which, by the way, are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.

May your weekend be blessed with sunshine, freedom from pain and trouble, and beautiful memories for life. As we will it, so mote it be. Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again.

Payment day. Grocery shopping day. And dinner with friends day.

Feeling good after a busy day, however, but now it is also okay to need to come home and relax. So the philosophical cats and the little wise, old dog are fed and happy. The groceries are put in place. And I just finished cleaning my creative desk.

Tomorrow is a momentous day for me. Then I will embark on the next step of this fantastic, terrifying, and irresistible journey being a writer.

It is finally time for writing the first draft of my trilogy, my psychological thriller. About the extent of pure evil and egocentrism that we humans can treat our peers with whenever there is the slightest opportunity to do precisely that.

When it is least expected, when it is done from a selfish point of view, and when it is most destructive.

My characters have absolutely no defense regarding dubious morals, egoistical motives, and lousy manners. Yet they come into the claws of my badass of a female villain.

From then on, chaos rules until the inevitable resolution of problems as long and complicated as the highway to hell.

I´m happy, excited, and scared as never before. Will I be able to write what I have been thinking about writing for so long now? Will other than I and my loved ones find my novels worth reading or listening to? And will all my hard work finally pay off positively?

Oh dear Universe, tonight I pray a silent prayer to pave the way for my muse to gently land on my shoulder and begin whispering alluring words as direct inspiration.

However, feeling good after a busy day, partially affected by my mood swing for the quieter, the contemplating, and the downside.

I know that my mood has changed by now. Now the main issue is to try to return to the faster lane as soon as possible. In addition, my seasonal affective disorder lurks on the horizon of fall. So, there is every reason to be highly attentive to the needs of my body, mind, and soul.

Therefore, my Lammas celebration on Sunday, August 1, 2021, will be themed the personal harvest time. And I only prepare my casting and closing of the circle. All in between will be random. I need to practice magick my very own way.

It is right here, right now, that life happens. And I intend to make the most of it all.

Next week, we will get our second shot of the Phizer vaccine. I´m continuing to be alert and cautious when out among other people than my daily sphere of loved ones.

In Denmark, people, in general, seem to care less and less day by day. I don´t need to read it in the Tarot cards, but I´m pretty convinced that things will change dramatically when fall hits on just a month from now.

I´m proud of myself because I no longer allow anxiety to gain control over me when I read or watch the news. Instead, if it is something that I can do something about, then I react.

I try not to overthink so much. The world is star crazy, humans are behaving their worst to the extent of being both reckless and direct stupid.

Things need to change, and rather sooner than later.

We try to recycle, we try to shop less, and we try to adapt to whatever situation we may face. Yet, sometimes I feel that we are drowning in plastic, garbage, and trouble from the outside world.

The prices have risen over the recent years. Courtesy is not far from becoming extinct. And daily, we learn about people behaving like spoiled-rotten curling children.

My home is my shield to the outside world. Here, we practice what we dare to speak loud about.

We have had a great life, my husband and me. But also taken our toll on the highway to hell. Luckily, we took the right turn when we got the chance for badly needed change.

Now, we share a unique life, a life that we didn´t dare dream of only 5 years ago.

For that, I´m grateful. That gratitude will be paid back with the first draft for three novels, a trilogy, in American English, although I´m Danish by birth. And with a psychological thriller like no one before.

I might as well aim high from the beginning. And I know that I can do it. I have every possible opportunity, means, and motive to do my best and create something challenging to forget.

On my creative desk, there are both the results of spellwork and my attempts to create a magical space where I´m staying the next many months ahead. I made a spell bag for this blog some time ago; it works. More people are joining us here. Thank you and welcome.

I have a small pendant with a red crystal and a pentagram, a goddess pendant, and anti-stress balls for the hands on my desk. I always mix the old with the new. And all the stuff in-between, those things I create, especially when I´m in the silent mood.

It is perfect for concentration-intensive work. My birthday present from my father was a nice little sum of money. Around 100 dollars. Today, I bought 2 miniature houses that need to be built by a creative friend and me.

When they are finished one day, I will present them to you, dear readers and followers.

Today, I also choose not to include a picture in the blog post. Sometimes, it is enough to write soundscapes between the lines, create a familiar feeling that we are here together, even though we are apart by geography.

May your weekend be wonderful, festive, and happy, dear readers and followers.

May the harsh realities of life remind us all that we need to stop behaving like the master of the Universe. Mother Nature is pissed, and I absolutely agree with her. So it is.

I can feel it coming, slowly to begin with. But then, it comes full throttle, and out of nowhere, I´m thrown straight into the beginning depths of a luring depression.

Changing my mood once again, and I absolutely hate it.

Therefore, I try to short-circuit myself as much as possible so that I don´t fall so far down the deep well of tears, regrets, and paralyzing catastrophe thoughts.

I don´t mind being born bipolar. However, I most certainly prefer to be on the higher end of the scale between flying oh so alluring high and falling deep down under what I´m capable of doing.

My SAD (seasonal affective disorder) will show up sometime in the fall eventually. But if I can work hard to delay it, then I´m all in.

Writing and being creative save the day, and besides, I´m in the middle of my menopause. So there are both the hot flushes and the annoying mood swings. I begin by howling desperately to the moon, only to end up laughing hysterically at something serious at an inappropriate time.

This week has been pretty busy with lots of coffee visits, conquering my daily chores, and getting to know my new laser printer. Not the one that I ordered to begin with because delivery would be delayed until September 23.

For about 50 dollars more, I got a better model, it is way easier to use, and I only waited one day for it to arrive at my doorstep.

Online shopping has become my favorite choice, rather than physical shops. But in recent months, since we had to make a painful and difficult decision of letting go of a toxic relationship, I have been more out on trips, including grocery shopping.

This change is essential to us. We have renewed an old friendship, befriended rare good people, and experienced much better things.

Yesterday, I wrote as were the Devil himself chasing me. I now only have about 60 pages to read and write notes about. After that, I will begin my printing marathon. Probably somewhere between 500 to 600 pages need to come alive on print.

Changing my mood once again won´t stop me from trying to achieve my goals. However, it may be at a slower pace, it may try to trigger my procrastination, and it may feel uphill.

My motivation for writing my novels and staying creative is at the same time the “cure” for my underlying apathy when in the depressive state of mind.

But please don´t misread me here. I´m alright, thank you, and I feel happy and content with my life.

My counselor told me that my level of compliance is very high and that I have reached a steady state with my bipolar disorder and my anxiety.

It is the same when I´m in the fast lane. My inner enthusiasm is evident, loud, and untamed. And that trait is something that I cherish and can´t live without. My internal drive is my most vital creative power, and it is at the same time me in a nutshell.

I try hard to learn to live with severe and complex ailments, both physical and mental. My main aim is to create the kind of “normal” that fits my size.

Therefore, I may need a push in the right direction when I´m feeling the blues. But, not, when I´m where I´m at this very moment, I´m writing this to you, dear readers and followers.

Changing my mood once again is yet to happen. I´m just fine-tuning my many strategies for coping well with my mental disorders. Being prepared and go all-in when necessary is my top priority. I don´t ever again want to experience a roller coaster on the loose as in 2017.

So, I keep fighting back every inch. Finally, I have parked the anxiety in the corner, kicked the bipolar in the butt, and told Self that everything will be just fine as long as we don´t rock the boat.

Predictability, the path to achieving inner peace, and acknowledgment that change is the only constant to consider in life. I´m living in the present moment, and the only thing I can change about my past is my attitude toward it.

I thrive with my loved ones, creative projects, witchcraft, and you, dear readers and followers.

And I´m proud that I managed to handle a bad situation positively without even raising my voice. That I could stand up for what I believe in and love. And that so many positive things have happened ever since.

Tomorrow, I get to work with varnish. My beverage coasters need that to shine and be both practical and beautiful. It will take place outside, of course.

My plan is to work myself through a garden photo safari at the same time.

Next Friday, I will show what my sweet husband has worked so hard to please me with. He´s quite capable as a gardener. His talents are numerous, by the way.

His best trait is his honesty and ability to show true love.

My family is not only traditional. My family is a rainbow family of a family by blood, family by friendship, and family by online readers and followers.

Thank you for being my greatest inspiration, for supporting me in my endeavors, and for being present in my life.

Tomorrow, I will ask my husband to join me in a witchcraft ritual where only the casting and closing of the circle are prepared beforehand.

I will carefully choose what to put on my altars. Little, deeply cherished, and symbolic objects, like, e.g., my athame, my pentagram, and my new, homemade Tarot cards. I printed out the Marseilles deck and laminated the cards.

I prefer them in black and white, although their origin is colored.

May your weekend be blessed with sunshine, happiness, and the presence of good people. And may the world soon come to its senses, make us people care. As we will it, so mote it be.