The Northern Witch' s Blog

This one is for you.

I´m happy and proud to write for you every Friday and whenever something feels essential. Today, it is important to me that you feel at home here.

As a writing witch, I may roam many different fields, mix the genres, and be another writer from what you are used to.

I have no strict guiding lines. My main concern, however, is to come up with something worth spending time reading.

I only have my own life to write about. It is a beautiful adventure for me, and I hope to write in a manner that gives you the feeling of being here with me.

I have fought hard for what I have today. Finally, my dream life has become a reality. And if my writing makes you feel comfortable and at home here, then my goals are met.

So, dear readers and followers, please feel free to comment, bring suggestions, correct me if necessary, and expect to be listened to.

Thank you for being here, for staying, for your patience whenever I make a mistake with the English language.

I live a simple yet complicated life with my sweet husband, a little wise, old dog, and three philosophical cats. Every morning, my most important task is to thank the Universe for the many possibilities that I have to live a truly extraordinary life.

I became a witch after the devastating loss of my beautiful classic car stolen and burnt to ashes five years ago. I needed something completely different from meaninglessness and trouble. Witchcraft has fascinated me for many years, but I went all-in in 2016, and I found what I sought after.

Happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness.

It has meant so many positive things that I only can recommend it for others to try. It helps me focus my efforts on what really matters in life. It helps me conquer my mental disorders and physical ailments. And it helps me become the best possible version of myself.

I became a writer after my hospitalization and my bipolar diagnosis. I´m brutally honest about it because there is sadly still much prejudice in the world about mental disorders. Besides, you, my readers and followers, you would notice if I wasn´t.

And my main aim here is to write the truth about life and my experiences with it so far.

I have written for as long as I can remember, but I didn´t dare to show it to other people because I did not believe that I was good enough.

Now, it´s different. Now, I write my heart out daily, and it feels like the right path for me to walk.

In only 15 days from now, I will begin writing my first novel. No more notes, no more reading, and no more doubt.

And when I´m good and ready, I will introduce you to a psychological thriller with a female villainess.

But today, this blog post is focused on the joy I feel when a new reader and follower arrives. So, if I have missed anyone, please feel free to contact me to follow you back.

My personal email address is henriettemaddog@hotmail.com.

And by the way, thank you, dear readers and followers, for being inspiring and creative, too; I like what I see and read from you.

Today´s picture is personal. It is my new birdbath for the garden. A heart made of concrete and pebble stone. May it symbolize the friendship we share here, may it bring joy for the birds, and may it spark creativity everywhere.

Speaking of creativity, my next small project is to decorate six beverage coasters. I begin by making my own stencil for yet another set when this one is all used and tired someday. Then I don´t need to buy expensive DIY gear to create something both practical and beautiful.

I like to recycle. I want to pay Mother Nature my deepfelt respect, for we humans really do need to think more than twice right here, right now. We simply cannot continue our ways.

We need to re-connect with Nature. We are a part of it; we don´t own it.

And we live in very different and much more dangerous times right here and right now.

It is now that it matters what we choose to do. Nature doesn´t wait for us to decide whether children should get the vaccine or not. So I will get my second shot of Pfizer on August 5, and I uphold my strict precautions.

Denmark is under re-opening, but the numbers keep rising now. Well, Oscar doesn´t go to stupidity, recklessness, and downright egocentrism.

This Corona-era is not a blipping, booming, ding-donging game show.

Get real, look, listen, hello, calling Earth ???

Please, dear readers and followers, take good care of yourself. Unfortunately, the European Championship in soccer showed that many people do not care about anything but themselves.

A crying shame that is.

Less is so much more in modern times. So we are in daily physical contact with less than 10 people. And my father and I meet mainly on the cellphone because he will be eighty-four years old on January 20, 2022; if only we protect him as much as possible.

He is vulnerable, however vaccinated, because he is a cancer survivor.

Our former neighbor, Thyra (pronounced Tyra), has promised to bring him by car whenever she visits her daughters and grandchildren. And to take him back, too.

Therefore, any day in September will do miracles for us. I believe in miracles, and I believe in people. Only, life has taught me to speak the truth about what I know.

So, I don´t believe in just everyone. I need to know people before I dare to believe in them.

Trust is something sacred to me. If broken for the sake of selfish wants, well, then I´m afraid that one door will close forever. Another door opens, and every choice has a consequence to accept.

There you go, dear readers and followers. 1.000 words and three sentences in an hour. May your weekend be blessed with love, friendship, happiness, and inner peace. So mote it be.

Yesterday was busy, hectic indeed. With my friend and my husband, I helped create something both practical and beautiful. My friend made a birdbath with a big leaf from our thriving rhubarbs in the garden. My husband and I created a heart-shaped birdbath with beautiful pebbles on the edges.

They are still drying. Therefore, today´s picture will be of another garden pride instead; my husband´s new den he has created over the past three years.

The afternoon meant two visits and a couple of hours of concentrated talk, fun, and laughter. And then, at evening coffee time, the phone rang, and our dear friends wanted to see us for cake and coffee.

After such a day, with annoying arthritis pain, I was tired and decided to stay on the couch to enjoy a good movie on TV. Rather than writing bad stuff, I prefer to wait until I feel better.

Today, it still hurts, but now I feel fine, refreshed after a good night´s sleep, a morning walk in the garden, and a couple of painkillers.

It is summertime in Southern Denmark. We may have lost the European Championship semifinal, but we got a great team, and I´m sure they will make it all the way another time. Yesterday, we had a major downpour in the afternoon, yet the weather was more than fair at the end of the day.

Such happenings tell me as a writing witch that witchcraft and magick are everywhere. If you only dare to let it happen to you.

For the last two couple of weeks, I have had excess physical and mental energy. I´m not using too much power, however. It is the first time in my entire life where everything seems to work together, where the meaning of life is crystal clear, and where living in the present moment is the only alternative to a world in deep trouble.

I have used that energy to tidy and clean our kitchen. It shocked me at first. It has been four years now since I was hospitalized and diagnosed with bipolar disorder. The psychiatrist told me that it would be a couple of years before I could dream about a full recovery.

By full recovery,  I mean to be the best possible version of me. I was born with the disorder; it will follow me for the rest of my life. The anxiety disorders will do too. But it is okay, Self. The critical issue here is to do my best every day.

I found old stuff in the kitchen that told me a story about how far away mentally I have been. My husband has worked so hard to help me get back in the saddle. Thank you, love, for my life. And thank you, dear readers and followers, for making my window to the world a wonderful place to write my heart out.

Summertime in Southern Denmark means tasting new potatoes from the garden, watching beautiful bouquets of my husband´s many flowers, and enjoying a bonfire in the garden in the evening.

It is so short, the Danish summer. We have a little more here in the southern parts. Still, the first harvest festival, Lammas, is only a few weeks away, the second coming up in September at the Fall Equinox/Mabon, and the third being Samhain in October.

So it is all about making the most of every situation and creating lasting memories as they happen.

On my whiteboard, I have written my writing plan for my first novel. Then, in August, I embark on the second stage of my endeavor to become the writer I have always dreamt of. And I begin with my characters.

Reaching September through October will mean writing a road trip. November is reserved for backstories, and in December, the plotting process kicks in.

What happens after that, well, that´s my prerogative for some time yet to come to know about. But when I feel that I can introduce you, dear readers and followers, to snippets of my novel, I will post it here on the blog.

Next week, I dedicate myself to creating beautiful witchcraft rituals and intense studies of the settings for the novel.

This weekend, the settings rule. They constitute a significant part of the novel, so I need to absolutely sure that I have enough background data to write as authentic as possible.

It is not only a dream journey for my characters. It is also a dream for me, and if I had the resources to go there myself, I definitely would go. But it is also possible to travel in your imagination, as long as you do thorough research first.

So, I watch real-time webcams, read loads of background materials, and do frequent checks to be updated with what´s happening right here, right now.

Summertime in Southern Denmark, therefore, also means hard work, business as usual with me. But I simply can´t sit still for more extended periods. So it is better to be busy using my excess energy to be both practical, helpful, and happy at the same time.

I know that eventually, my mood will turn to a quieter, more depressive state of mind. So I do everything I can to prolong my best version of myself. Still, I have learned the hard way that it is equally important to rest a lot, especially with excess energy.

My bipolar disorder tricks me not to notice when I´m overloaded and stressed physically and mentally. And medicine and therapy cannot cure, only support my own daily hard work.

So, I rest a lot, and yesterday, writing was not the right option for me.

Today, however, writing feels easy, comfortable, and life-affirming. And there is witchcraft around me as well. I have at least three rituals to archive, a small meditation with a cup of chai tea, a few lit candles, and incense will cleanse my soul this afternoon.

May you enjoy happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness, dear readers and followers.

I got my first vaccine shot on Thursday, and yesterday, I decided to postpone my weekly blog post for today. Frankly spoken, I was too tired to write anything at all. As with magick, I don´t write if I´m not feeling up to it.

But thank you, dear Universe, for witchcraft, blessed be.

This is what today´s blog post is about, witchcraft.

Due to personal concerns for the last few years, I have not yet explored as much as I would have preferred concerning witchcraft in practice.

I have four ring binders, an army of ritual books, enough accessories to establish a small business, and every possible opportunity to enjoy my witchcraft studies for nearly five years.

At Samhain, I plan to make a beautiful celebration of that, including a dinner, a long ritual, and many preparations.

There have been so many mundane issues to take care of during those five years. So, whenever I have felt that I had the needed energy to practice witchcraft, I have tried my best. But I want more of that.

Now, chance has made it to feel a new energy in my body, mind, and soul.

My first venture onto the path of witchcraft is to tidy and clean my witch´s den, my other magickal spaces, and my creative spaces as well. For magick is not only present physically in my life. I carry it with me wherever I may be.

Today, I will walk around in my home, taking notes and pictures. Tomorrow, I will do the hard work and make my magickal spaces feel inviting and comfortable. And document the change in paper and on photos.

To be able to tell the difference later on, because the past five years have been a crazy roller coaster tide between up and downs at a blinding pace.

Now, everything is calm again, the past issues have been solved, and I have never felt better about life.

Therefore, the time is also to more witchcraft in my daily life.

My plan is to cleanse and recharge everything related to my magickal practice by creating a cleaning ritual for tomorrow.

I will begin by lighting a candle and sage incense. Then I will empty my ritual altars around the house, place the content on my creative desk, and clean the altar spaces. And I´ll keep working with new places for my many witchcraft-related accessories.

As I work my way through everything magickal in my life, I´ll release any excess negative energy that has influenced my thoughts and actions over the past five years.

If the weather permits it, I will ask my husband to join me at a bonfire in the garden, where I´ll repeat the releasing part of my witchcraft cleansing ritual. If not, I will do it over a lit candle in my witch´s den.

Next week, I will create a beautiful partnership ritual, because my husband and I really need to recharge our mental batteries. Including a positive spell to enhance my writing adventures, the themes of the ritual are love and creativity.

Witchcraft, blessed be. It helped me remain sane when my beautiful old classic car was stolen and burnt to ashes in 2016. It stood by my side when I had to seek professional mental help in 2017. In 2018, a toxic relationship began, and people we trusted took us for granted.

2019 was different, for here I departed on my blogging journey. 2020, well, it was a challenging year in so many ways that I believe it is best released and left for Karma to handle.

But now, in 2021, I´m in my early fifties, feeling great, happy, and content with my life.

Therefore, I also believe that it is about time to look into the joys of witchcraft again and here on this blog, too.

I still haven´t found the grand master plan about the future content on this blog. Right now, it feels better to simply write my heart out and do it because I can´t resist the temptation to find out if other people like my writing.

There is witchcraft in my writing as well as anywhere else in my life. I tend to create mini altars everywhere in my home. The atmosphere is magical here behind the keyboard today because I have lit candles on my desk, as you can see on today´s blog picture of my creative desk.

Not just every other candle, but in two glasses that I have decorated with a special friend I have reconnected recently.

There are fresh flowers on my desk, there is great music in my ears, and I have absolutely everything I need close by me.

The little wise, old dog lies in his basket at my feet, my husband rests with an annoying headache, and there is all peace and quiet here.

Witchcraft, blessed be.

After this blog post, I have a book from one of the main destinations in my first novel to create valuable notes from.

In the necessary breaks, I will go through my witchcraft stuff and create an updated inventory. I need to know exactly where my things are at, otherwise I will spend way too much time searching for details rather than spend it practicing witchcraft and magick.

Concerning my creative writing process, I now have a whiteboard on which I scribble my novel writing plans for the remains of the year. It is a lot of hard work ahead, but I believe that I can do it.

I will create a lot of magickal rituals this summer. But it will be future rituals, for I don´t have time to make them in Fall and Winter when my writing process will demand me full time.

In return, I will need many, many breaks during this writing marathon. However, I will try to connect as many of them as possible to witchcraft-related matters.

May your weekend be blessed with positive energies, happiness and joy, and laughter and peace. So Mote It Be.

Two years ago, today, I began my journey as a blogger.

No confidence, all new to my online window to the world, I began with the grand master plan. It scared the living daylights out of me, but I just couldn´t resist. Then I knew that being a blogger was the right path for someone like me.

And who am I to defy any insecurity, believe that there are people out there who will want to read what I write and publish new posts week after week?

I´m Henriette Pedersen, and I´m proud to name myself a writing witch.

The Northern Witch is what I call myself here. I like to write with a pseudonym because I prefer a high level of online privacy.

On the other hand, my writing here is very personal now.

Eventually, I will show up with a long-term plan for this blog. Still, these crazy years make planning difficult when you live with bipolar disorder and anxiety as life companions, whether you like it or not.

And I feel confident now, also to share something extremely personal. My life as a writing witch is what I know something about.

Counting the followers, I´m definitely not the only one enjoying this magickal journey.

Dear readers and followers: thank you so much for staying when you find me out there. I´m proud to write for you and for myself. Together, we make a pretty good team, I think.

Today, I write to music with a fast rhythm. I´m happy and content with my current living conditions. And I celebrate two years that have changed so much for me, although we live in extreme times.

Strong measures have been necessary, but somehow change makes sense now.

I have changed a lot over the past two years. For the better and for good, I have conquered my mental disorders as much as it is possible for me.

Today, I have a rich arsenal of realistic strategies to use whenever my mood changes. This year, I have even managed to postpone the transition to the more depressive state. However, my hope is that it will continue until well into Fall.

Concerning anxiety, I will never be a close friend. But my belief is that by working hard to find ways to avoid and beat stress, it is possible to live better with it. So my remedy is to fight back every inch of the way and take a day out of the calendar if necessary.

Today, however, everything is fine, thank you.

On Friday, the theme is witchcraft, witchcraft, witchcraft.

It is just about time to find our way back to the magickal moments that are so sweet to experience but yet so tough to write interestingly about.

I will do my best, as I do every time.

May you have a pleasant evening, dear readers and followers. So mote it be.

That´s what I´ll try to bring you today, dear readers and followers. Nothing more, nothing less. So lean back in your seat, take a deep breath, and just believe you are there.

Can you hear the soft accordion played by someone who knows how to do it? Can you smell the street food? Can you feel the deals being made until both parties are happy?

The atmosphere from a market, where I spent this morning. With my sweet husband and two old girls like myself.

It made me feel happier than ever. The Sun´s warmth, the humming sensation in the body, mind, and soul after a truly great day.

Therefore, I now dedicate this day and evening to personal freedom, happiness, inner peace, good health, and the act of kindness.

I decided to take the remains of the day off. I have a little creative project to do after writing today´s blog post, however.

Summer is a time of releasing what no longer serves me. Spring showed that even a retired old bat like me, from time to time, apparently needs to set some firm boundaries. And to back words up with direct and consequent action.

But I prefer not to be indifferent because my indifference is permanent and irreversible. I have only three principles toward people in my life. 1. Don´t lie to me; I will detect it. 2. Don´t misuse my trust. Ever. And 3. Don´t take me for granted. I´m way too old for that.

So, when I become indifferent to someone, you know why. When there´s nothing left to talk about, when there is nothing left to give, and when life goes on, it is time to change focus and be happy about life in general.

To be here at all is the greatest gift.

Speaking of life in general, I feel fine; everything is okay here. Anxiety has been on a more extended visit, though. But I´m stubborn, and I know that sooner or later, I will conquer it and fight back every inch of the way.

My bipolar disorder works in mysterious ways at times. At the moment, there is plenty of action going on. I´m eager to show that I´m good at being creative with whatever I have. It is a lifestyle here by now.

But I´m also in the fast lane, and I know that it is precisely here that I need to be careful. I need to take regular, longer breaks and simply lie down and relax my muscles and bones.

At the same time, I´m in menopause, you know, the hot flushes, the instant crying followed by a burst of serious laughter.

Due to a piece of music, a touching situation, or just by itself.

Being in my early fifties feels excellent. It feels as if I´m living the best years of my life right here, right now. I´m calmer, more reflective, and know the difference between what I like and what I will not accept in my life.

The aftermath after a difficult decision this Spring has taken its toll on my husband and me. But now we are well back in the saddle and on a new and much more honest path.

Every time we light a bonfire in the garden, I release all the negativity to cleanse my mind from a toxic relationship.

It will take some time to heal from this. But we are strong-willed here, we have each other´s back here, and we want the same things in life.

A quiet life without unnecessary stress. A simple yet complicated life filled with creative solutions to everything between heaven and earth. And a lifestyle that is reflected in the bathroom mirror every morning for the rest of our lives.

If we like what we see there, then everything is okay. If something feels wrong, we act upon it to hinder it from becoming an issue later on.

Physically tired from a long day, I still feel the atmosphere from a market this morning. It was fun, it was way too expensive for me, and it was mentally relaxing.

We came early, so there were fewer people, to begin with. We let each other search their own path, yet we follow each other around all the time.

It is as if time itself stood still for a few hours. And it is so life-affirming that my mood has jumped to very high from on alert.

As with the low mood, I´m always careful to recharge my batteries and creative energy drive. Therefore, I laid down for a couple of hours this afternoon. I could not sleep, but I became relaxed enough to divert my mind from the feeling of chronic arthritis pain.

Today´s picture is from our yard, which shows the hard work of my husband.

The flower in the middle, the yellow one with the dark “eyes” in the middle, he found at the market.

Next week I dedicate myself to creative writing and little projects that bring joy and fun. And to a day with witchcraft only.

It has been a while since I have had enough excess energy to create more witchcraft rituals in my life as a writing witch.

So, prepare for next Friday, where the theme will only be witchcraft, from the headline to the end.

Still awaiting the arrival of my new laser printer (no sooner than July 23), I´m reading material from the top place in my first novel. And creating the last-minute notes that I know will be worth the work.

Everything else is about making the most of what I already have access to. To enjoy life to its fullest, be happy just to be alive and well, and show gratitude, especially when it is least expected.

May your weekend and upcoming week be merry, filled with positive experiences, and blessed with inner peace, dear readers and followers. May the world find better solutions for future generations, and may the Sun shine upon us all. So it is.

Heatwave in Denmark 2021; I sit inside my house because the heat is way too much for me today. Not physically, my health is quite fine, thank you. Mentally, however, I´m releasing a toxic relationship that became more than too much.

And I´m waiting for the opportunity to great the mighty Sun on the Sabbath of Litha/the Summer Solstice. So, this weekend, I dedicate myself to creating a small but beautiful ritual for Monday, June 21, 2021.

Year two with the Coronavirus and all the bullshit in its wake, pardon my French.

Last year was crazy in its own right. But 2021 keeps surprising me. I believe that things happen for a reason and that there are life lessons to learn whenever change turns up. So, for better or worse, I try to live in the present moment and leave the past behind as a sweet yet thorny memory.

This Spring brought a break-up from a toxic relationship that, however hurtful, was doomed some time ago. Unfortunately, it took its toll on both my husband and me. But we are okay and happy now, thank you, dear Universe.

In return, we got our personal freedom back. Our self-respect is recovered, and it became essential to renew an old relationship where both parties have learned from their mistakes.

This Friday, however, is for my husband and me only. Perhaps a small bonfire in the garden later this evening. We need to recharge the batteries after a long, hot week.

Waiting for the Summer Solstice is, at the same time, slightly mixed emotions because once again the Wheel of the Year turns, and we turn with it, no matter if we want to or not. So, from Monday on, the Sun will gradually lose its power, and Winter will again begin to lurk around each corner.

The summer is short yet so intense and seemingly eternal.

Yesterday, I went through my wardrobe; now there´s nothing left except what I like to wear. The rest goes to people in need somewhere in the world. So today, I tidied my creative den, and if I have some leftover energy, I will go through my witch´s den this weekend before the ritual on Monday.

But my primary creative energy will be spent on my writing adventures. My printer is delayed until July 23, so there is plenty of time to read extra materials and create valuable and relevant notes for my novels.

My next creative project is to prime a couple of canvasses with the color black. I´m used to painting on a white canvas, but I can also create something beautiful on a black canvas.

This week also brought a minor mental meltdown, probably due to the stress that we have endured during Fall, Winter, and Spring. Fortunately, my counselor made me think of more positive things so that I could re-direct my energy to something life-affirming instead.

May your weekend be stress-free and beautiful, dear readers and followers.

This week brought surprises, those rare occasions where everything makes sense, and many of the memorable conversations that gives inner peace.

I am happy and content with my life as it is right here, right now.

This week´s blog post is a tribute to those good people with whom you simply know deep from within the heart that things will work out fine.

The first prize goes to my sweet husband. He is always there; he is a real-life man you can trust, and he is my dearest friend.

The second, but not the least, go to our neighbors. We share a hedge and basically everything else in life. We have been apart several times, but this time I can feel that we have learned life´s harsh and direct lessons.

The third is for the good people who help and become dear friends.

Reunions take their toll on me because I stand by my word, whether for good or worse. I´m able to forgive, but I never forget. And it has to be worth the while changing my mind.

I know now what I want in my life. I´m also skilled in understanding the difference between my needs and wants.

Brutal honesty, earned respect, and clear boundaries are the basics of true friendship in my world.

Warming up my fingers for my writing project, I look back on a week of happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness.

We have been out shopping, we have been sitting close to the local creek, and we have been paving the way for a small celebration tomorrow.

It is a good feeling tonight.

Reunions may be thorny, demanding, and scary. But sometimes it is worth a try. As one door closes, another opens.

May your weekend be blessed with positive karma, life-affirming experiences, and sunshine, dear readers and followers.

So it is.

Yesterday, I was tired and mentally full after yet another trip with the old girls, the Crones in my life. We went to the local market, went shopping, and went home for a cup of coffee. And we talked, laughed, and then talked some more.

There was only energy left to relax and think of nothing but inner peace. So, my weekly blog post comes on a beautiful summer Saturday in Denmark, when everything seems to connect and make sense.

Summer is here. The temperature is fair now, thank you, dear weather gods and goddesses. It is again possible to enjoy bonfires in the back garden. It is time for strawberries and new potatoes. And it is now that I need to prepare for the Sabbath of Litha.

Spring was tricky, much more than Spring of 2020, but in a somewhat mixed way. The weather has been terrible with so much rain. Now, the Sun smiles at us and greets us every morning. My routines have changed a bit, too.

The arrival of summer 2021 comes at the best possible moment. I´m getting better by the hour these weeks. The next major project is to get our first shot of the vaccine. I need to schedule it by Monday next week, and hopefully, we can both get it on the same day.

Another issue is the delay with my new laser printer. I need to wait for a couple of weeks more before I can finally print my notes for my novels. It buys me time to read and write some extra material necessary to complete the picture of a great story.

Today, I celebrate my husband on Father´s Day. I gave him garden tools, flowering bushes which the butterflies love, and perfume. He deserves it all, for he is my best friend, my ally, and the sweet love of my life.

The little wise, old dog lies close to him now, as they are enjoying the freedom and the inner peace to relax and get a well-deserved nap. Two of the philosophical cats sleep in their outside den, and the third, Dizzy, sleeps peacefully on the second floor.

I´m listening to old school music, music from another era, another place. Before everything went crazy with Covid-19, tricky Spring seasons, and stupid people doing stupid things. Things were a lot different back then.

And there was just something that you did and just as much that you under no circumstances did. That was called courtesy, and it is a rare thing these days. But that is for the world outside my living space to deal with.

I know the basics, though. But when I´m at home, when I´m in my sacred spaces, and when I´m relaxed, I love sitting in my bathrobe, writing, being creative, or working with witchcraft. I have a pain day today, so everything has to be done slower than usual.

After this blog post, it is time for a more extended break. My body tells me it is so. My mind also wants to relax and recharge, and my soul needs to fly freely without focusing at all. From time to time, I refresh by lowering my pace for a day or two.

Being bipolar with anxiety co-starring means working hard every day for the rest of my life with my Self and many shadows. But it is at the same time often the most inspiring work to do because I get to know myself in-depth.

Sometimes, especially after happy and energetic events, I feel tired and somewhat blue the next day or two. Then I need to recharge my mental and physical batteries by being so close to the slow version of me as I possibly can be.

Today is such a day. Rather than writing something terrible, I decided to wait with my weekly blog post for a Saturday, where traditions speak of a good time to let go of what no longer serves you. So, today, I, at this moment, let go of the events of Spring 2021.

The arrival of summer 2021 was a blessing in so many ways that even I don´t have the vocabulary to try to explain just one. And yesterday out with these old girls, it was a treat of the rare kind. All the conversations and especially the laughs takes it toll on me; they could be my mothers.

Physically, I feel tired; I know that I´m definitely not eighteen years old anymore. But it´s pretty alright; however, being in my fifties feels excellent. I´m calmer, allow things to happen for a reason, and know what I need and want.

Today, I need inner peace, freedom to be me in my bathrobe all day if I please. Except for the afternoon walk with the little wise, old dog, I´ll be more than casual dressed; I´ll be myself in my home with my sweet husband and our little family of animals.

My creative goal today is to finish a good piece of my newest addition to my many hobbies; diamond painting. My painting consists of 2 bald eagles, one sitting, the other flying, and it is incredibly calming to me.

Later, my husband and I will share a delicious homecooked meal, enjoy the evening with TV and the diamond painting, and a conversation about these days, where everything feels just right. Despite a more than fair amount of ailments and diagnoses, we manage, and we do it our merry little way.

So mote it be. However, it is one of the good days, and therefore, I will enjoy a nap on the couch with the little wise, old dog close to me. That´s how we prefer it.

May your weekend be blessed with the summer sun, the soft breeze of sweet summer air, and the good feeling of sharing a bonfire in the back garden. If not possible at your place, dear readers and followers, then please accept my offering of good and positive karma for the world.

What a week! I´m mentally drained because we had to strengthen our boundaries toward someone we once trusted. Under no circumstances whatsoever will I or my loved ones accept lies, rude behavior, and being taken for granted.

If someone then contacts us and tries to threaten or trick us into something, well, then there is nothing left to say or to give. It becomes a matter of personal freedom, self-respect, and standing firm and direct.

My counselor straightforwardly pinpointed the matter yesterday. I need to recover as quickly as possible by thinking of anything but the person. I´m grateful knowing that I have done it many, many times in my life before. And therefore, I also know that recovery once more will be just fine.

Besides that, the week was marked by me running out of prescription medicine on a national holiday, where neither the GP or the pharmacy was available. So, I had some tough days readjusting to my usual treatment.

And yet, everything just fine because our friend and my old father come tomorrow for a couple of hours. I haven´t seen my father since August 2020, so it is a long-awaited visit that I have longed for many months now.

My husband has been busy in the garden this morning. Now, he and the little wise, old dog sleep peacefully on the couch while the philosophical cats eat, play, and jump around the house. I was drinking coffee with an exceptional person in my life.

We have reconnected with her and her husband during the last couple of weeks, and it feels good, beautiful, and life-affirming to have done that. Well, life may close one door, but then another opens. And my plan is to stick to exactly that and follow my path wherever it takes me.

Later tonight, we will meet again for coffee and cakes to discuss a personal matter. To enjoy each other´s company, and to laugh about the old times and all the craziness in this world. And I already know that it will be a great experience.

My writing process is slow but indeed becoming a preferred escape from the trivialities of life. I´m almost done with my notes so that I can print them next week when my new printer arrives. And I´m using a whiteboard to keep control of my ideas and thoughts for my novels.

The witchcraft part of my life will also be prioritized next week. My husband and I need a beautiful, simple ritual to be able to let go of a long time of negativity caused by someone who proved to be anything but a friend.

But my mood is okay, thank you. I won´t let my good mood be spoiled by someone who ain´t worth my attention. I try to immerse myself in little creative projects. Today, my diamond painting of two beautiful bald eagles finally arrived.

Now, there is something to work with whenever the thoughts begin to fly too high for me to think correctly. And there are also creative plans for the next week with my sweet friend. So, everything is on the right track again.

Recovery once again is necessary, however thought-provoking, too. I have realized that I have spent precious time, resources, and energy on toxic people for far too long. But I could stand my ground, primarily because my husband and real friends had my back doing it.

I need to take better care of myself and stop helping others so much that I forget to help myself. I need to take longer breaks from life and relax as much as possible. And I need to regain my focus and concentrate on my novels and my creative lifestyle.

If I don´t, my mind will be a mess that will demand long-term treatment. So my counselor was extremely clear and directly encouraged me to recover by using every strategy available to me right here, right now.

And I do precisely that now by writing this blog post before my call to my father. Two important tasks to me, and afterward, it is time for a more extended break where I do absolutely nothing at all. My mind has been overwhelmed with massive stress for way too long time.

Stress is unhealthy in every possible form. And stress over long periods is dangerous for both physical and mental health. Therefore, I also know that my recovery will demand time, lots of care, and equal amounts of patience and self-love.

But everything will be better soon. I´m used to fighting my way through life, and I´m prepared this time. It already helps writing this. And I can see on the laptop clock that I need to finish now because it is about time for my call to my dear eighty-three-year-old father.

First, I will make a fresh pot of coffee, knowing that he might do just the same thing. We have had to be together, however apart, for a very long time now. And I simply can´t wait for tomorrow to come. It will be so great to be able to give him a big hug again.

Then I will pick up the cell phone, call him, and enjoy about an hour of father-daughter conversation. We may repeat the words a couple of times, we may often shift between talking and listening, and we may disagree on some issues.

But we stand together and really care. The same thing can be said about my friend and her husband. And my husband and I also share a unique bond that only gets stronger for every hour. Here, we only have room and energy for old-school people who do no harm but take no shit either.

May your weekend be blessed with a stress-free environment, good people in your life, and positive, creative energy, dear readers and followers. May the next week be blessed with joy, happiness, and good times for everybody in this crazy world. As we will it, so mote it be.

Today, I was up before usual. I couldn´t sleep anymore after six o´clock in the morning. So, I got up in due time to prepare myself for yet another trip with the girls. You know, of the old kind, the Crones laughing at the corner as you pass by.

And it was right after my expectations. Extraordinary, calm, and a delightful glimpse of more adventures to come. We went to a local second-hand shop, but their prices were too high, and the quality correspondingly low.

Instead, three of us ended up in a mixture of creativity, a lot of talk about this, that, and everything, and the mandatory fresh brewed cup of coffee. It was fun, inspiring, and filled with the unique energy of two full-grown Crones and one becoming one.

It has been an extraordinary Friday in May, no thanks to the weather gods that is. The wind was chilly, the rain showers were short but intense, and the temperature was everything but typical May sweetness. But nevertheless, we had a good trip together.

The remains of the afternoon I spent with my inkjet printers. Well, they did not want to cooperate at any level despite several serious attempts. Therefore, I looked at our financial situation at this time of the month.

And soon, I bought myself a brand new laser printer with supplies for less than I feared when I began looking up vendors with prices closest to my budget. It is my birthday present, even though my birthday is not due until July 14.

When I see a reasonable offer, I strike. But I only strike if I know that I can afford it, and I don´t buy it if I don´t need it. I need a reliable printer to print out my many notes for my novels. The writing process is about to gain higher speed now.

I had to conquer a nasty flu that fortunately was not the Covid-19 virus. We got tested on Sunday, and what a walk it was. Much longer than I´m used to. But, on the other hand, exercise is healthy, and it is also valuable for your mental health.

Monday, we got the answers, and since then, the week has been busy, fast, and extraordinary. I´m back in the saddle concerning my little creative projects, and this weekend, I plan to work a little bit extra with the notes so that they are ready when the new printer arrives.

And my other major interest, gray witchcraft, will also soon come into practice here. I think that a short, however beautiful, ritual is suitable after a hell of a roller coaster trip this Spring. My life is rocky enough already, thank you, dear Universe.

But, I´m happy to let you know, dear readers and followers, that I´m doing quite well this week. My mood is in the happy-go-lucky corner, with only small attempts from my anxiety to scare the living daylight out of me.

When anxiety strikes, I turn immediately to breathing exercises and creative diversion techniques. I also got my counselor grant renewed for the following year. So it is to be expected that anxiety would try to annoy me.

The bipolar disorder remains remarkably stable. As long as I can gain control of the fast lane with the right combination of prescription medication, therapy, and countless hours of counseling, the changes between highs and lows remain acceptable.

I have now learned to use equal parts of iron will and determination to turn my mood to a preferable one for longer and longer periods; without falling down so low, it is difficult to get straight up again and continue to work with a positive outlook on life.

It has been an extraordinary day in May. I may have had to make a harsh decision this Spring, but deep in my body, mind, and soul, I just know that it was the right one. And even more so, I know that I´m able to back it up with action if necessary.

Tonight, I want to be creative with a homemade set of Tarot cards. The cards need to be laminated so that my typical spill of coffee won´t destroy them. It is the old Marseille Tarot that I work with this year.

It is quiet creative work that doesn´t disturb my husband watching TV. We like to share the evenings, when I don´t write. And I need to have something to do with my hands because I listen to rather than watch TV.

Unless there is a unique program that catches my deep attention. This is extremely rare since I seldom think that the TV of today´s world is worth watching. I prefer so much more to do something creative or to write.

May your weekend be blessed with joy, love, and happiness, dear readers and followers. And may we wake up early to a renewed world tomorrow. As we will it, so mote it be.

This week has been blissful, free from trouble whatsoever. The mornings I have spent with my other neighbor, an old friend with whom we have reconnected lately. We know each other from another time, another place.

We are Crones with a significant C. We have seen it all, heard even more, so we know what we want and do not want in our life. What we don´t want is easy to describe. We don´t want toxic people. We don´t want bullshit of any kind, pardon my French. And we don´t want trouble from the outside world.

What we want, yes, that is what truly matters. We want a peaceful and quiet life. We want honest, trustworthy people around us. And we want to be creative with what we already got. She would say keep on trucking and stay positive when the shit hits the fan.

We had to cut the bonds to our closest neighbor next door, whose lifestyle and attitude ha changed in a way that no longer corresponds with what we want to deal with in our lives. And yes, it hurts. A lot. But it is necessary to remain sane and true to ourselves.

I´m almost recovered from my operation. The next hurdle is a meeting next Thursday with my counselor and my social worker. It is time for the once-a-year discussion about renewing my grant to have a counselor from the social psychiatry unit.

I hate such meetings. It feels like preparing for an exam, and I have done my fair share of that already, thank you. But it will pass perfectly. It is just this itchy, uncanny feeling of being examined by somebody who only knows me from what is possible to write in a file.

But I keep on trucking, and after a couple of weeks without writing on my novels, I´m hungry after the rush of feelings after a writing session. So, I probably will continue the work from tomorrow. I was supposed to begin Monday this week.

However, my body, mind, and soul let me know that it was too soon, that I needed more time off just to be me, and that the story needed some space as well. To keep practicing to write every day, I have 3 journal prompts for every day of the year.

If I feel that I cannot write for some reason, I turn to these prompts, and more often than never I end up writing my heart out shortly after. Now, I have had plenty of time to think my novels through, and I´m more than ready to take up the challenge and write again.

This weekend, I will be preparing myself for another trip no the outside world. This time it is all about flowers for my husband´s garden. It will be with the old, experienced girls again. But it will be a satisfactory experience, I´m sure of that.

Looking out at the world, it seems crazier than ever. People keep behaving terribly. I must admit that I simply don´t understand this eternal desire to live in the past. So many complain about necessary restrictions. We can´t do as we please; therefore, we act stupid to be heard and seen.

I stay at home a much as possible. When out, I take my precautions and avoid crowded areas at times where many people gather around. And I follow the guidelines and do my best to remain healthy. So, when I learn about stupidity, I frown and shake my head.

How difficult is it to cooperate and to help each other? A lot, apparently. But some people just never seem to learn. Therefore, I´m always cautious around the human factor. I may trust myself and a few others. Still, I most certainly don´t trust everybody, especially not in times of trouble in today´s world.

I use mycreative talents to divert myself from all the negativity. Right now, I´m decorating a wooden box that I bought recently. It is for my new set of Tarot cards that I will print out and paint myself. It is a creative goal that I can achieve in the living room with my husband and our sweet animals.

It isn´t greasy, it doesn´t make any noise, and it is something cozy to work with while my husband watches the TV. I have become extremely critical of what I want to watch, so I often do creative projects rather than watch anything. Besides, I only miss retransmissions.

The weather gods are ill-humored these days. Cloudy sky and ferocious outburst of rain showers relieved only by few rays of the healing Sun is their recipe for fun. Well, dear Universe, it is so much about the time that they change their mind. It has been grayish long enough now.

My husband is a bit edgy because the bad weather doesn´t appeal when the need for gardening arises. And everybody just wants sunshine and coffee in the yard. But the forecasts predict no changes for some time to come. Boo, you weather gods, it ain´t fair, do better, if you please.

This weekend, I want to write and be creative with every fiber in my soul. I need to tidy up my creative den because it will be the setting for the Thursday meeting next week. And I can´t work with any mess around me. Chaos only creates more confusion in my mind with racing thoughts and anxiety.

So that and some creativity is for tomorrow. Sunday, yes, that will be a great day for writing. But today, I will keep on trucking to the best of my abilities. Beginning shortly with me grabbing some delicious ice cream, cuddling up on the couch, having fun with my little family.

Let me finish this blog post by wishing you a blessed weekend, dear readers and followers. May the Sun touch you, may the Moon guide you. And may this world stop the senseless fighting and arguing and begin growing up. So mote it be.

Today, I went out for the first time in months. It was less anxiety-provoking than I thought to begin with. I got a haircut at a fair price, bought something beautiful for my creative needs later tonight, and enjoyed a great experience with the girls, my best friends besides my husband.

Today, the weather is deceitful, shifting erratically between a ray of luring sunshine followed by aggressive outbursts of icy cold rain showers. We were prepared and kept our umbrellas close. Now, I’m tired, happy, and ready to enjoy the upcoming weekend.

My husband watches the news, with two of the philosophical cats sleeping peacefully in a box and on a pillow on a hassock. The little wise, old dog lies in his soft basket at my feet, and I have a cop of freshly brewed coffee on the desk.

I need to clear and clean my desk because the whole week I have worked with the recovery of my mouth after my operation. I am almost off my pain killers, the stitches begin to let go, and I can eat more regular food again.

My mind is refreshed, my heart is relieved, and my soul is free as a bird after the decision to cut the bond between us and someone who proved to be anything but a friend. When people lie to me, treat me with disrespect, and take me for granted, I close my door permanently and here and now.

And when such a decision is made, it is not possible to change it back. My self-respect will never be for sale, and nobody messes with my family and friends. It is therefore with great relief that I speak of freedom today.

Yes, we may have lost somebody in our life. But we cannot lose a friend who never proved to be one when things got tough. So, in reality, we have done ourselves a significant favor by saying no to being used, lied to, and treated with gross disrespect.

Besides, life is busy happening right here, right now. We simply don’t have the time or the energy to deal with toxic people whose only care is themselves. And the last couple of weeks have shown that there are plenty of things to do better without them in our life.

A trip to the local market with the girls, mature women like myself, is the direct opposite of selfish people. We genuinely care for each other and give the necessary space, time, and help without hesitating.

Because we are too old for bullshit, pardon my French. Because we are too young to accept the status quo. And because we are too grown up to deal with childish behavior. The truth may be sensitive, but it is always best to speak the truth, for then nobody needs to remember their lies.

It was both overwhelming and fun to be out again. But home is my best retreat, so everything is just fine here, thank you. And after a couple of weeks of recovery, I’m more than ready to pick up my writing adventure from Monday next week.

This weekend, however, is dedicated to creative pursuits, relaxation, and meditation in my witch’s den. I want to create a small ritual without preparation. We will just go to my beautiful den, lit some candles and some incense, and use whatever comes into mind.

No photos, no written plan, no Book of Shadows. My husband and I and a few items create that unique atmosphere that brings happiness, inner peace, good mental health, and kindness. Tomorrow is Saturday, a perfect day to cleanse the mind and align mind, body, and soul to the rhythms of Nature.

I need witchcraft back into my life, and I think that a daily mini-ritual would do me much good. So from Monday, I will spend at least half an hour there every afternoon with a good book. As a writer, I know that reading is half of the work of writing.

During my voluntary recovery period, I have had plenty of time to really think through my novels. And I now have a superb female villain whose icy cold attitude underlines her actions in a way that creates a chill down my spine.

Then I simply know that I have something good to write about that others also will find worth reading. In about a year, I will call for beta readers, but if anyone out there wants to jump into the process before that, please feel free to contact me.

Concerning publishing, I’m contemplating the audiobook format. That way, people with reading disabilities will also be able to enjoy my work. But for now, I’m happy and content with the writing process itself.

I will finish my work with the many notes that I have after more than eighteen months of preparation during the weekend. I need to print and read them thoroughly. And I want to arrange them neatly so that they are easy to work with later on.

Today, however, I’m still recovering. So, right after this blog post, I will go offline and simply enjoy life on the couch next to my beloved husband and our sweet cats and lovely little dog. No social media, only the TV’s sound as a background to creativity and deep inner peace.

A trip to the local market with the girls is a good thing. We have many trips yet to discover together. But now it is time for the atmosphere of the weekend to settle in. Another week conquered, another challenge taken and done with. And another day lived happily ever after.

May your weekend be blissful, trouble-free, and happy, dear readers and followers. May the world shut up for just a couple of days so that we all can breathe and feel free. And may the Universe and Mother Earth grant happiness, inner peace, good health, and kindness to every soul on this blue planet.

As we will it, so mote it be.

Recovery and recreation

Almost two weeks have passed, and I couldn´t feel better about my teeth. The stitches don´t hurt as such, but they itch, burn, and stretch my patience. I know that it´s only a matter of time before the healing process turns, gradually, as a slow but sure release.

So, my goals these weeks are to recover and spend my time doing what I love the most. Writing, of course, but also creative pursuits and hopefully witchcraft, too. It´s Beltane tomorrow, but I simply don´t have the energy for a complete ritual this time.

I will light candles and burn incense, though. The weather gods should behave, as we are speaking about May 1st. But the wind is chilling cold, the rain comes and goes as it pleases, and even the little wise, old dog doesn´t want to be outside more than he has to.

Listening to old school rock, melodic orchestral music, and oldies but goodies, I feel at ease with my life, as it is right here, right now. The last couple of weeks have taken their toll on my husband and me, but we are strong people who don´t give up no matter how difficult the issue.

I know from deep inside my heart and mind that sometimes a tough decision is what it takes to move on and remain positive and sane. It may hurt and might be devastating at first, but then, the thought strikes that we had to be so firm for a reason.

This blog post is therefore dedicated to those in need of recovery and recreation. It may seem a bit chaotic to begin within the midst of it all, but the calmness will arrive soon enough. That I do know from a tough life with changing lanes and directions a lot of the time.

We do have sweet and caring people supporting us. Our family and true friends are still here, even though we had to cut a bond that we had hoped would last. Well, it didn´t. When there is nothing left to give and nothing left to say, it is about getting back on track as fast as possible and move on.

Since my operation, I have no longer that terrible constant pain in my mouth. I´m free at last. I got my first tooth operation at the age of five. My teeth have haunted me since then. But now I´m in a healing process and wait for my new teeth to be made. Tonight, I even ate everyday food again.

Yesterday, I finished my research for now. There might be some additional research later on in the writing process, but now I need to gather my many notes, print them, and do a close reading. And when that is done, it is full-time writing.

I have so many ideas and snippets of intriguing dialogue that I need to get down from my thoughts to the paper. I do believe that I also have the skills to write my novels now. I practice, practice, practice. From my point of view, it is the only way besides reading that makes a difference.

My goal for the evening is to relax. To be creative with a piece of drawing paper and oil crayons. And to enjoy the company of my husband, three philosophical cats, and the little wise, old dog. After a refreshing bath, even pain and irritation can´t stop me from having a good time.

It is at the same time the only possible way to deal with a betrayal too big to leave unsaid. To show that life goes on and that our self-respect is not for sale at any price whatsoever. And to send a message about never to take us for granted again.

When enough is enough, things have to come to an end. It may hurt a while, but our freedom here is not to be negotiated with. When it hurts more to stay in a relationship, then it´s time to leave ASAP. And when you discover that you have been dealing with toxic people, it is an easy decision.

I sold my car last week. I can´t drive it myself anymore due to anxiety. And with our limited needs, we can just as well call for a cab for the handicapped. It costs a little, but it will never be as much as owning a car.

But I´m still happy and content with my life. Actually, even more so that is. I feel pure relief, less anxiety, and more happiness. My husband feels the same way. Together, we are strong, and we will come out even more robust in due time.

I have been a good lass, yes, I haven´t watched so much news lately, and I intend to keep it that way. I do see and hear my fair share of news without spending so much time worrying. I try to concentrate my efforts where I do make a difference. And let the rest be up to Karma and Mother Earth.

In a few sentences, I have written 1,000 words again in one session. It is enough proof to me that I´m capable of writing my novels. And that I will embark on in about a week or two. Until then, I will take time to recover fully and to rest whenever it feels necessary.

Recovery and recreation, the necessary duty and the pleasant retreat, are two companions whenever a crisis or something is going on in my life. Witchcraft is reduced, however, at the moment, to lit candles, incenses, and positive intentions.

But it doesn´t hurt, though. It is okay to take things slightly slower for a couple of weeks. And my witchy spirit is just around the next corner, so I know that witchcraft will soon play a significant role in our life again.

May your weekend be delightful and filled with joy of life, happiness, and kindness, dear readers and followers. As we will it, so mote it be.

A tough week it has been. The weekend was the closure of something from the past. Tuesday, I had teeth surgery, so that I´m free after so many years of pain and despair.

I will get my new teeth in a couple of months. Yes, healing takes time. It hurts, it burns, it itches. But I know that I´m so close now, so I can manage it. My husband is a true friend, too.

Monday, I sold my car. I don´t like driving anymore, and I don´t want to pay for it anymore. We prefer to take the car for the handicapped that it is possible to call. It is not even expensive.

Tuesday, I was a nervous wreck until my operation was over. They helped me so much, and for that I´m both grateful and happy as a child. And for every day, the pain will lessen.

Wednesday, I spent bingewatching TV on the couch. I was exhausted after the operation and took the whole day out of the calendar. Yesterday, we continued to rest as much as possible.

Today, I went for a morning coffee at an old friend´s place nearby. Here, I feel as safe as at home. We haven´t seen each other for some time, therefore, we need to remember common ground and begin anew.

So, it is a week of resolutions and new beginnings. It may hurt for a little while, but then life moves on. The past cannot be undone. The future is unknown. Only in the present moment, there is a chance to live life to its fullest.

Last week, I wrote about having better things on my mind than betrayal, mistrust, and alienation. Sometimes life, you have to stand up for yourself and your loved ones.

It happens to me, whenever I feel my self-respect threatened. Then, I say no, so that nobody can misunderstand anything. And I close my door, for here we don´t compromise ourselves at any cost.

My writing is postponed for the week, but I believe that I´m ab le to begin working a little bit tomorrow. But I take time to rest, if I feel the least tired due to a combination of pain and discomfort.

Our new resolutions are as follows: never to accept lies, never to allow ourselves to be treated badly, and never to be taken for granted ever again. And the new beginnings only depend upon our own free will.

It is a great relief to not be the owner of a car that would have been way too expensive to keep. And it is wonderful to have my teeth fixed so that they never again will be able to hurt me.

So, now I get a perfect smile when the healing period is over in a couple of months. It is appropriate since I´m have been asked to participate in both a creative club and to become a peer worker for people with bipolar disorder.

Sometimes, you have to change what you no longer can accept. And to accept what you cannot change. The difference, that´s where life experience is a clear advantage.

Now, I will wish you a happy and peaceful weekend, dear readers and followers. May the Sun shine on your path, may the Moon guard you by night, and may the Universe grant you happiness, inner, peace, a good health, and happiness.

So mote it be.

Yesterday, I was informed that somebody does not like my husband and me.

Fair enough, but why on Earth mix us up with something we’ve nothing to do with whatsoever. On the contrary, we’ve been helpful and caring.

That we will not be toward this somebody in the future. No, we will take care of ourselves and leave the world to find solutions for its self-made trouble.

I’m angry, disappointed, and sad. But not surprised at all. People can be very mean indeed, and there are many mean people in this world.

However, that was yesterday. A betrayal that is so big that there is no turning back time.

We have both tried this many, many times in our life. But now, enough is enough.

Yesterday was also a good day. I was told that I will get my teeth fixed in anesthesia on Tuesday next week.

It will hurt. A lot. My leftover teeth are in bad condition, so I need artificial teeth.

It will hurt a couple of weeks. But then, the pain will slowly fade away, and I will be free not to worry about my teeth anymore.

It will hurt mentally because the first you see when you meet someone is their smile. With artificial teeth, I will smile again. When I get used to them.

Until then, it is a painful time that awaits me.

I immediately wrote to my counselor, who has hurried my case through the system and told her about the problem with being disliked by someone who should better concentrate on their own business rather than ours.

Life has taught me that people will disappoint you, especially if they need a scapegoat for something they are responsible for.

Well, I shake my head, brush the dust from somebody’s bad conscience off me, and then I stand up again, ready to live my life with the sole aim of living in the present moment.

By that, I mentally leave somebody behind and close a door.

A new chapter has begun. My husband and I have each other; for that, we are truly grateful.

My trust in others will be something to deserve in the future. I need true friends, faithful souls in my life, not gossiping wannabe flatterers who turn their back on me when least expected.

Besides all that, my mind has been like porridge this week. I’m slow, everything takes extra time, and my sleep pattern, or rather the lack of a design to recognize, is tricky.

I can’t sleep before the very early hours, and then I sleep more in the day than in the night. Annoying, tiring, and highly unpractical when writing three novels and trying to practice witchcraft.

But my mood and my spirit are high, for I’m still in the fast lane with lots of creative energy to put into words, sentences, and pages for my novels. I’m still standing on my two feet, and I keep on trucking until I’m done. And I’m still a witch from the core of my mind, body, and soul.

I have better things on my mind than people who think they can invade my life and mistreat me. I simply don’t have neither the time nor the resources to deal with such people. I  choose to shut my door for good. And that’s it.

Besides all that, Denmark is re-opening a lot next week. But I’m going to stay at home as much as possible after my operation. I don’t need the outside world aside from the monthly trip to the bank and the shops.

Today, the sun shines its best, and my husband and I will have our coffee there in a short while. And the little wise, old dog will both get his daily walk and a treat outside in the yard. Typically, he lay on the garden recliner and sniffs in the air.

Two philosophical cats are already in their den outside, where they have branches and boxes to climb and enjoy. The third is a bit arthritic and prefers to stay inside the house.

Yes, we do share a good life, my husband and I. And we are best friends too, so I think we’ll manage just fine without the one who doesn’t care about us anyway.

As a gray witch, I now leave any regret, any sorrow, and any disappointment for Karma to deal with later. I will create a cleansing ritual, however.

Listening to great guitar riffs and thundering drums this morning, I feel ready to continue my journey in life. I have about 10 articles left to read and make valuable notes from. And I’m happy that there is a brand new ritual to work with as well.

What a week this has become. From one side of the scale between lows and highs to the other in just a few hours. Well, the world may try to rock the boat, but here at our little spot of Paradise on Mother Earth, we look out for each other and work as a solid team.

I also look forward to talking with both my counselor and my father later today. About what truly matters in life. About recovering from a wound created by somebody not worth mentioning further. And about the consequences of becoming my foe rather than my friend.

They are few, but they are consequent and permanent. I close my door, I pull myself away from further disappointment, and I forgive, but I never forget.

It won’t change neither my mind nor my mood. I’m okay, Self.

Let’s remain optimistic and make the most of every day. Every day is unique in its own right, for it is not a matter of course that we will be given another day tomorrow. Life is fragile, so the primary issue, the meaning of it all, is to live life to its fullest in the present moment.

Yesterday is the past. Tomorrow is uncertain. But today, we can use our own example to try to change what we cannot accept. And to accept what we cannot change. The difference is to know when to act and when to let go.

Today, I let go of any negativity whatsoever.

In that way, the mental wound has begun the process of healing.

Now, promise me, dear readers and followers, that you take good care of yourselves, stay safe out there. May your weekend be without trouble but filled with joy, love, and respect. If we believe in it, it is so. Namasté.

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