As all my readers know, I started this blog when the pandemic stopped my world and for the first time I had the time to get really lost in my head! It’s not always nice what you may find in there, but some things I want to keep! Especially my new priority towards my creativity, which I had been ignoring for too long. But with life getting busy again, it becomes more and more challenging to keep this going!
I hate days without creativity and force myself to always do at least a little. What has proven helpful is to carry witching words around with me for a day or two, and to capture them in the right moment with the right feeling! The feeling of having my witching vitistor giggling into my ear!
You can follow this part of my work on Instagram, Facebook and Twitter, and I am going to collect my favourite ones from the past year in this post! I hope they transport a certain atmosphere, and a stubborness against however dark the world can twist!
And however weird it twists, there are certain witching words I just have to keep in mind!
Very often it means taking my witching words with me on a train ride to various, terrifyingly normal appointments.
I do this to never forget the sparkle of ideas that can be found deeo in the head, as well as the painful aspects of it, which I had grown scared of and had therefore been trying to numb for years.
The story behind the following photos is very close to my heart. I wrote those words when after being stuck alone in the pandemic for over a year, I got the message that an important person from my childhood was in the hospital and most likely not gonna survive. And I broke the curfew to send a letter on its way right in that night.
A few months later, I visited Hamburg, where I grew up once, and especially its part called Steilshoop, and I held these words into scenery that mattered to me. I did not have a happy or easy time growing up there, but still a part of me belongs there.
That person survived, by the way. I feel like I should mention the outcome of this story. She is still around. I met her this summer, after 2,5 years. My letter, which I broke the curfew for, did not arrive. Most likely because she switched hospitals at the time.
We are still alive.
Having witching words with me means to have hope. ,
Because hope means to have recognized darkness as something real and something to be dealt with.
Having my witching words with me means remembering pain and keeping the magic alive!
Do you struggle with keeping your creativity going despite having a day job, or a family, or other ways of the world interfering? Is it just a symptom of me having needed lockdown to restart my writing?
Let me know in the comments! I hope you liked this photo-thread! It came right from my witching heart.
My witching autumn desk
This was my longest quiet. My witch took a few weeks off. I have a lot of things to say, dark and urgent things! But my health made me pause everything. The first time in my life I’m saying that. I’ll be back in the next few days! Until then, enjoy the witching mood at…
Why do we stop doing things?
“When for health reasons we stop being ourselves, what is left then? ”, I complain to my witch just when the cold and dark season is ready to arrive. I am usually decorating a cake when the message I am dreading arrives. The pastry bag in hand, I read one cancellation after another. Of course,…
When we fall …
Who’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us all?Who’ll be thereIn the end? Late at nightI hear his voiceAnd I know thatHe waved her goodbyeThrough the noiseOf a world turning away. Laughter fromA window aboveBlurry lightsAnd I know thatShe gave upon loveRight there. And I wonderWho’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us…
Thank you for sharing your creativity with the world – I’m sure I would not be alone in saying your words are a beacon in the dark 🔥
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Thank you! I am very honored!
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