Britain’s gone bat shit crazy. Everywhere you look, there’s a flag flapping halfway down a lamppost like someone with T-Rex arms tried to hang it after three pints of Stella and a fight with their lass. Roundabouts painted like a toddler’s been caught red handed with the ketchup. And there is always someone in a Union Jack cape shouting about “taking our country back,” like it’s a bike that got nicked outside Iceland in Whale Hill.

Don't worry, I'm not dead - I've just managed to finish something and actually post it. 

It's no secret in my work place that my discontentment moves in a cycle.

Like somethin’ is brewin’ and 'bout to begin!

I was at ease with calling myself a “witchy” woman, however during my visit to Glastonbury I had a huge wobble in my confidence. Thankfully I think it was exactly what I needed to experience to come out the other side with a much stronger belief in myself - and exactly what witchcraft looks like in my life. 

Yesterday we arrived back home after six nights away. Since we couldn’t fly while Ian is still recovering from his ruptured Achilles, we decided to embrace the opportunity for a UK road trip — and it turned out to be exactly what we needed.

After all the planning, the lists, the laughter, the tears, and the beautiful chaos of the wedding, it’s finally time to pause. At the end of next week we are off on our honeymoon in Somerset, and I am so ready for it!

When you first get prescribed Elvanse (Vyvanse in some countries) for ADHD, it can feel like a lifeline you’ve been waiting for your whole life. You read online stories about people getting their lives back, finally finishing tasks, and feeling “normal” for the first time. But the reality of taking Elvanse is often more complex, more personal, and sometimes, messier than you might expect.

Tonight, the Full Moon graces us with her steady, glowing presence, illuminating the July sky with silver light.  In all her glory she is giving us a reminder to slow down, look up, and breathe.

For a number of years I’ve found myself going through regular cycles where I shift from contentment to discontentment within my career.  Anyone who knows me laughs and reassures others that I am just going through this "I'm quitting!" phase again.  I'll take a break, refocus my energy on something that interests me and get over myself... until next time. 

You might not call yourself a witch. You might roll your eyes at the word “spell.” But if you’ve ever whispered a wish before blowing out birthday candles, stirred your tea while thinking of something you want to happen, or placed a crystal on your windowsill because it just feels nice there—you’re closer to everyday magic than you think.

I used to think I was just messy. A bit forgetful. Prone to starting projects and never quite finishing them, leaving half-painted walls and notebooks filled with plans I’d outgrow before the ink dried. I thought everyone felt the constant buzz in their head, the low hum of ideas and to-do lists colliding together, until I suddenly found myself stuck on the sofa in a period of executive dysfunction where I couldn't get myself into the kitchen to cook dinner.