Easter came and went a little differently this year. I gave myself permission to be a full-time mother. Not only to my daughter, but to myself too. I’m learning, deeply, what it means to choose happiness. To dream again. To tend to the parts of me that need care, wonder, and space to grow.

Self-employment gives me that freedom. Yes, it impacts the bottom line when I step back, but there’s something far more valuable I gain in return: presence. When I focus on just one role, one rhythm, one way of being, I get to fully experience it. And in that presence, there is magic.

So we dedicated two whole weeks to cultivating it.

The seven-year-old and the almost fifty-year-old both got fully stuck in. Each day became its own little world of wonder-cartwheeling in open spaces, discovering fairy rings, writing letters to the fairies in our local area, earning brownie badges, and even meeting the Mad Hatter at Mother Shipton’s Cave. Read more here.

Chasing Magic: A Midlife Quest for Daily Enchantment

Lately, I’ve been on a dreaming quest - a search for magic and everyday enchantment.

What began as a simple desire for more feel-good energy and a chance to rediscover myself as an almost-fifty-something has started to shift things in ways I didn’t expect. Wonder, connection, and joy have been quietly showing up, reminding me that magic often lives right under our noses.