When I was a child, like most children, I had a vivid Imagination. I spent my days playing in the woods near my home. It was there that I talked to Faeries, decorated mud-pies with shells from beach trips, and collected tiny stones thinking they were Gnome currency. I dreamed of an Enchanted Castle where Unicorns existed and I could hop on a broomstick and soar over castle walls to witness the breathtaking countryside beyond the kingdom of my imagination. Each day I daydreamed, I created, and I spent time in Nature.

Everyday WAS Magickal.

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Enter Adolescence… As my body started to change, friends and boys replaced broomsticks and unicorns. By high school boys replaced just about everything. To say I lost myself is an understatement. 

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The years rolled by and the teen grew into an adult leaving all childhood things behind. 

I married, had a career, gave birth to a child and really got this “Adulting” down. Don’t get me wrong. I would catch a glimpse of the old magick here and there like, at a music festival dancing my socks off or while gazing out at the ocean on vacation, but these moments weren’t daily, weekly, or even monthly.

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In 1999 I had my 2nd child. After a lot of research I sent her to a Waldorf School.

It was there, in early childhood class that both my daughter and myself discovered (and rediscovered) the joy and magick within the rhythms of each day. I crafted boats for faeries out of Walnut shells  and made Gnome huts out of twigs and grass. We honored the seasons with festivals and celebrations.

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I didn’t realize it at first but I had reawakened the child within. Over 20 years have passed and that child is not only alive and well but she is thriving. Everyday is a chance to change one’s seemingly mundane existence into something extraordinary.