Dating my own magic

Taking a quick selfie in The Queens art deco hotel, Leeds

This is a blog about directive dreaming and finding magic.

This week has been a mixed bag, full of highs and lows, reminders of both the fragility and beauty of life.

There’s been shock. There’s also been hope.

Sometimes I scroll through my screen and watch world’s events unfold. After a while, I start feeling detached - until something happens that jolts me awake again. A reminder that the statistics we read about are real.

That happened to me this week. During a photoshoot in Leeds city center, a woman confronted me, shouting and threatening me with her fists. It was frightening and unsettling. In that moment, I felt the truth of how deeply we need safety - without it, there’s very little foundation for anything else.

But life, in its strange rhythm, also delivered some light. I invited a group of women to join my next circle, and every single one said yes. The response moved me deeply. It reminded me that when we stand firmly in our intentions and believe in ourselves, the ripple effects reach far beyond what we can see.

Often, what I want, need, and dream of is exactly what the next woman wants too. It always begins with safety and from there, it expands outward into connection, creativity, and magic.

This week, I also remembered something powerful: the art of directive dreaming.

As a lifelong dreamer, I’ve spent years daydreaming about adventures, clothes, ideas, projects. But this felt different. Working with my coach, Helen House, I realised that dreaming doesn’t have to be random or wishful. When we give our dreams direction and presence, they become part of our lived reality.

So I’ve made a commitment to chase daily enchantment - to let myself actively pursue what feels good and lights me up internally.

That’s what directive dreaming is for me. Letting imagination and intention meet in the middle.

And it doesn’t always need to be meaingful because sometimes there is simply too much purpose - this looks like spinning plates and agitation…

A most impractical dress caught my eye - thank you D&G

My daily enchantment hunt looks like:

• Finally opening the tin of D&G coffee I bought two years ago just because I loved the tin.

• Scrolling through Vinted for the perfect “fufu” dress to eat pasta in.

• Pulling angel cards and dancing in my kitchen - not at the same time.

• Sharing quiet coffee moments with Ernie on my lap - can get messy.

• Planning an art gallery trip simply to wonder.

None of this is about productivity or achievement. It’s about reminding myself that magic lives in the small, ordinary moments when we allow curiosity to lead.

Some words of concern from Nigel - my inner saboteur

Of course, as I’ve followed these enchantment urges, I’ve also met some resistance from Nigel. He’s very keen to remind me of my roles, responsibilities, and all the “more sensible” things I should be doing. To him, this all looks a bit frivolous.

But here’s MY truth: it’s not frivolous at all. It’s absolutely necessary because when I feel happy and inspired, my work flows naturally.

So yes - I’m dating my own magic. Letting myself be enchanted.

And I wonder… what about you? What activities, rituals, or ordinary moments bring heart and soul into your days right now?