The Drawer, the Shelf, and the Spellbook
A reflection from The Colour Witch’s Coven
I recently found myself inside a truly magical place - a space filled with story, creativity, and potential. The walls were dripping with imagination. There were secret doors and spiral slides, vintage typewriters and floating words.
On paper, it was a dream. And for a while, it truly felt like one.
But sometimes, the most magical places still come with terms and conditions.
I was invited to share my work - a little slice of colour magic, emotional alchemy, and creative soulwork that I’ve built over the years.
And then the options arrived…
And just like that, the potion fizzled out.
Not because the place wasn’t wonderful.
Not because the people weren’t welcoming and kind.
But because it reminded me of something that took me years to learn:
I'm not meant to squeeze my spellbook into someone else’s drawer. I'm meant to build the shelf.
To all the witches, makers, feelers, and storytellers who find themselves excited by invitations… but unsettled by expectations. You’re not ungrateful or difficult. You’re just building something that needs space.
If this sounds like you, you’re not alone. The drawer might be beautiful. But your shelf? Build it, as that’s where the real magic lives.
