My inner child has always loved magick.
As children, we celebrate it with wide-eyed wonder: cheering when the tooth fairy 🧚♀️ leaves a gift under our pillow, giggling when a leprechaun 🍀 visits the classroom, searching for brightly colored eggs the Easter bunny 🐣 hides, or rubbing our sleepy eyes to take in the treasures Santa 🎅🏽 left behind. Those moments sparkle because they remind us of something larger than ourselves—possibility, joy, and pure wonder.
Even now, my inner child still delights in the idea of fairies 🧚♂️, mermaids 🧜♀️, and dragons 🐉. But as I’ve grown, I’ve learned to look for magick in new ways.
Today’s magick moment was simple, yet it filled me up.
Each morning, I sit on my balcony and take in the beauty of nature—the sway of the trees 🌳🌲, the way the breeze carries whispers only the spirit can hear. Sometimes, when I feel deeply connected, my body moves with the rhythm of the earth, swaying as though I am part of the trees themselves.
This morning, a melody rose within me. Soft at first, then strong. I began to hum 🎶—something I usually only do in the privacy of my shower 🚿. But here I was, outside, boldly letting the sound flow through me. It was liberating.
When I finished, I looked over and noticed something that made me smile even wider: the flowers 🌻 and tender buds of a plant 🪴 my youngest son had gifted me for Mother’s Day. It came home in a tiny clear cup, but he has lovingly cared for it since—watering it, nurturing it, even giving it a name. Seeing it thrive reminded me of the love and presence that bloom in my life every day.
That was my magick. ✨
Because magick doesn’t have to be grand to matter. It doesn’t need fireworks or fairy dust. Sometimes, the most powerful moments of wonder are the ones that make your heart swell with gratitude and remind you of the beauty already surrounding you.
Magick doesn’t always have to be big—
It just has to feel big. 💫
Sacred & Seen 
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