Conversations over Coffee

Conversations with Magic

Do you believe in magic? I think as adult’s magic holds no place in our lives. Not even in our darkest of moments do we reach out to magic, we cling on to the darkness instead.

As the year turns on itself, I find myself needing a little magic. I certainly need more magic than I do darkness. Perhaps darkness is too strong a word. For life is good, jazz hands type of good. Sure there is lingering uncertainty and anticipation, as there always is in life, but no darkness.


That doesn’t stop me feeling a little disheartened these days. A little like the year is moving faster than I can keep up and a little like it is going sideways instead of in a straight line.

In these moments I need a little magic. I need a sense of believing in myself again. Believing that in the turbulence I am ok, this is ok, everything is ok.


It is so easy to get caught up and think that life is steam rolling and pushing past us, getting caught up in matters that don’t belong to us, issues that feel so heated and important, but really aren’t. Days when the noise is greater than the silence and it all becomes too easy to forget.

I seek the magic in that noise. The cacophony that clouds my head reaches out for the ease of magic. I yearn for a little fairy dust and the truth that floats in the air as it glitters and glistens. In the sparkle I find the tiniest of reminders to believe that everything is possible.


Only recently I turned magic into something real in our house. It took barely moments, some adhesive and a little faith to create our nook of magic.

His name is Arlo and he is the keeper of our secrets, the protector of our dreams and the warrior of our curiosity – fighting for us to keep believing in ourselves even in times when we don’t believe in ourselves. His little blue door is a gateway to imagination, creativity and curiosity that lately seems to be forgotten more than remembered.

At first I thought Arlo would be for my boys. But now I know Arlo was always for me. He is a connection between me, my boys and endless conversations and stories about Arlo. Yet he is also my connection, my escape into a world of fairy tales and dreams that I need so much to stay grounded.


I never had the courage to buy one of these fairy doors, instead I won Arlo, and it was the best surprise from the Universe yet. For each time I walk past Arlo’s corner or see fairy dust sprinkled around the house it gives me reason to stop and pause.

The magic is real, it is the darkness that is our illusion.


Do you believe in magic?

Conversations over Coffee returns Thursday April 30, 2015.
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Thank you to Where the Wild Things Were for next month’s prompt.

  • Ahh! This is my favourite story of yours yet. Absolutely magical 😉 I’m so glad this door has brought your and your boys so much happiness xx

    • Thank you for being the path to the door 😉 Arlo is proving to be quite mischievous, but a welcome addition xx

  • What a powerful finishing line! I’m glad Arlo is helping to push back the darkness. Thanks for hosting the link-up. x

    • We forget sometimes that the darkness takes a little magic to push back, thank you for linking up such a beautiful post xx

  • writeofthemiddle

    Oh Josefa – so beautifully written – I got goosebumps! Why? Because your words ring true with me. Life as an adult can be so serious and full of worries. We could all do with a little more magic in our lives … a reminder of the wonder of our childhoods. I adore that little fairy door. I think I want one! 🙂

    • The fairy door is simply gorgeous and I agree, as adults we need to learn to let go of that seriousness and worry that we often burden ourselves with – even if it just takes a little magic xx

  • I want a fairy door so bad so my daughter can grow up believing in magic a lot more than I did. Its so cool that things like these are available now. I always believed that fairies could live in our house and if we had a little door I think I most definitely would’ve believed it as truth. Even now if we had one I think I’d believe it. There are so many things that I wish didn’t end with childhood and the belief in magic is one of them.

    • Magic doesn’t have to end with childhood, magic lives in the heart of the believer xx

  • Kirsty @ My Home Truths

    I love the idea of magic but sadly I don’t believe there is any around me right now, however hard I try to find it. But we are off to Walt Disney World soon – if there is no magic to be found in the most magical place on Earth then I’m never going to find it! To be honest, the real magic will be in witnessing my children’s joy and wonder – that’s real life magic, right there!

  • I made a toadstool for our garden fairies, but my son loves to have it beside his bed. Maybe the fairies visit him there. I hope they do x

    • Oh I am sure they do. I simply love toad stools! Something about them that only conjures up a little magic xx

  • I do believe in magic. Without a little magic I feel we would be lost.

    • I agree, perhaps that is all we need to find ourselves again – a little magic xx

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