I have found it to be true that magic is very real. That it is available always, if you are looking for it. Magic has no interest in proving itself to you. If you find yourself waiting for the thing that gives you tangible evidence of magic, and therefore you will believe, you will never see it. Magic is not hiding. It is in everything, it reveals itself in plane sight. In the mundane. In the smallest of things. Magic isn't really bothered by your ideas of what is and is not, classed as magical. To be a Witch is to have the lense of mediocre removed from your eyes. Your sight restored to childlike wonder. This has been my experience of magic this week.

My whole life I have searched, with eyes attuned to fine detail, for four leaf clovers. I often hear stories of folks that have a knack for finding them, that collect them even. I have always wandered what it is about these folks in particular that can find this very thing, that to me has been elusive. I do not know why I so desperately wanted to find a four leaf clover, all I know is that I have known my whole life that I would find one, one day, but that day did not come until I was 37 years old.

Nothing in particular was different about this day. I was walking my dog, Bodhi, and my son was on his bike playing. I came upon a few patches of clover growing out of the cracks in the pavement.

I have a love affair with the way plants find their way through concrete. For them it's no problem at all. Watching urban areas be taken over by greenery that refuses to resist the hard brick or grey concrete that would hurt us so much is we were to attempt to punch our way through with our limbs, is to me another form of magic. Gentle plant kin growing roots that could tear down entire structures over time. It's a powerful metaphor if you really let it sink in.

Something inside me knew there was a four leaf clover in one of these patches. It just knew. I knelt down and moved a few our of the way and out popped a four leaf clover. I couldn't contain my excitement and jumped up, arm in the air in awe at what had just happened. At the same time a man was walking past on his way home from grabbing some groceries and stopped to ask me if I was Irish on account of my copper hair. I get asked this a lot and am usually irritated at the fact some random man thinks he can stop, approach me and ask me a question based solely on the colour of my hair. It always seems so strange and generally bewildering to me and I am generally very standoffish, especially when approached when I am with my children. But I was basking in childlike wander in this moment and said to the man that no, I am not Irish but Scottish but look!! I just found a four leaf clover! The man's eyes lit up, he was excited for me and told me he himself had never found one, but could not believe he happened upon a red head that had just found a four leaf clover. That this in itself is a moment he will remember for the rest of his life as a sort of magic, like seeing a fairy!

As the man was continuing to speak, my eyes darted back to the ground because I could feel there was another four leaf clover, so I got back down to the ground and alas there was another! At this point I was on another planet in excitement. Not one, but TWO four leaf clovers. What does this mean?!

The man was also very excited at my discovery, he dropped his groceries to our his hands to his head in a shocked gesture. But I was in the zone and crawled over to the other patch growing out of the pavement. And immediately, I spotted another four leaf clover.

Three is an incredibly sacred number to me, I think about Celtic designs and symbols with spirals and knots of three. The Three Cauldrons and all the other threes I experience including my guides and deity that always seem to come in threes from their specific pantheons.

So I made my way home to pop these magical symbols in the flower press. Feeling giddy and in deep reverance to magic and it's power to open the eyes to more.

The following day, on a walk somewhere else, I came upon more flour leaf clovers. Again I found three. I brought them home to press. What has changed that I can now see what has always been unseen to me? I can not put my finger on a specific thing or practice but I can say that recently I have become more attuned to the incredibly subtle art of timing, and under the guidance of this attunement to pause and listen, I have found myself drawn away from my devices, and that naturally creates more space for awe and wander.

I am not someone that has had a lot of “luck”. I have had magical things occur that may appear to be luck from a outsider perspective, but it has not come to me through “luck”. I was entered into a raffle this week by someone who's work I have recently discovered and resonate with deeply, Eliana, wellness_weaver on Instagram. And I won access to their magical portal called The Healers Journey ~ Money Medicine. What's wild is I dreamed of dragons breathing this breath that was like smoke into my being the night before I received the email to say I had won and I believe that there is dragon spirit infused into this course. I had also signed up for their Empty room medicine breathwork journey and had a huge clearing energetically that I believe may also have contributed to this shift in sight. I digress, like I say I have truly never won a thing in my life and in one week I have found (at this stage) six four leaf clovers and have won access to an incredibly powerful magic portal.

Today, I was yet again walking my dog along a piece of creek that I frequent, there is a lot of clover down here, so much that I have absolutely lost hours on my hands and knees perusing for four leaf clovers many a time before. But today my eyes shifted and attuned to one big four leaf clover.

This time it really was just one so I found my seventh four leaf clover.

Magic is everywhere. It's the 888 number plates you see that will mean something specific to you and it's important that you work out for yourself what that number means to you so you can read the magic. To me, it's Saturn. It's assurance. It's the emperor. Magic is the dragonfly outside your window you see three days in a row. It's the butterfly that flew into your home. It's the Raven that leaves you random sticks in your yard. Magic is a conversation between you and the universe. And I believe that it unveils itself in layers, over time, to those that truly wish to see it.

Thank you for reading this love note on magic. I leave you with this poem.