Sacred & Seen

There are moments when life slows down, when the noise of the world fades into the background, and all that remains is presence.

This morning, my kitten curled up on my chest and began to purr—loudly, deeply, like a gentle vibration in tune with my heartbeat. In that instant, everything shifted. I breathed easier. The heaviness I carried lifted. My worries softened into the background.

Tears welled in my eyes, not from sadness but from gratitude. Gratitude for the peace I felt in that small moment. Gratitude for my family, my friends, my purpose, my passion. Gratitude for the reminder that I am connected to something greater than myself—something higher, something deeply loving.

Spirit. God. Universe. Source. Heavenly Father. The name doesn’t matter. What matters is the way we tap into that presence. Sometimes it happens in prayer. Sometimes in meditation. And sometimes, it arrives softly in the purr of a kitten resting against your heart.

That is magick.

It doesn’t need to be dramatic or dazzling. It doesn’t require fireworks or miracles that defy explanation. Magick is in the everyday moments that bring us back to ourselves and back to love.

Because magick doesn’t have to be big—
It just has to feel big. ✨