A Colour Journey at Magna

Yesterday I had a stall and ran a Colour Journey workshop at White Light Events’ Mind, Body and Spirit show at Magna. I’ve always loved that venue, but I wasn’t expecting the day to affect me as much as it did. I went in thinking it would be a steady day out, maybe sell a few books and fragrances, have some nice chats, nothing too heavy. But it turned into something a lot more meaningful.

Magna had created this gorgeous wintery corridor done up in white and blue with snow and polar bears, so beautiful, and then you stepped into this huge hall full of warmth, colour and connection.

White Light Events describe their fairs as a chance for people to explore different therapies, ideas and support within the wellbeing world, and that’s exactly what it felt like. People walking around with that “I don’t quite know what I’m looking for, but something needs to shift” kind of energy. I recognise that. I’ve lived that.

I ended up running my biggest Colour Journey yet. Around thirty-five people were in the room. I didn’t realise how many until I looked up from setting up and just saw all the faces. My first thought was basically, “Oh… right… okay then.” I felt that solar plexus flutter. Excitement, nerves, that Yellow confidence wobble, mixed with the buzz of something good.

But once we settled in, something happened in that room. The whole energy shifted, and I could almost hear everyone exhale at the same time. Shoulders dropping. A few shiny eyes. A sense of “okay… I needed this - even though I had no idea what I was letting myself in for.”

Afterwards, people came over to may stall to talk. And not the polite “thanks for that” kind of chat, but the real deep stuff. What they’re carrying. What the journey brought up. There was a lot of passion within the conversations, and it meant a lot that people trusted me enough to share that. It was emotional in a way I wasn’t prepared for, but it was gorgeous.

It left me thinking, quite deeply actually, about what I’m doing at these events now. I’ve been measuring them by sales for years. Whether I covered the table fee. Whether the day was ‘worth it’ (such a gold way of thinking) but yesterday made it very clear that maybe I’m measuring the wrong thing.

Driving home, I kept thinking about how I’ve been quantifying these events. For years, I’ve judged them by sales and whether the stall “paid for itself”. Very surface-level, very practical, and understandable… but not actually the point of my work. I don’t think these events are just “markets” for me anymore. They’re opportunities for connection.

When someone tells me they felt seen for the first time in ages… that means more than whether I sold a candle. When someone says the colour journey made something click inside them… that genuinely lights me up. When someone softens in front of me… that’s real Colour Witch magic.

Today I’m tired, but it’s that warm, satisfied tired you get when something genuine happened. Something shifted in the room, and something shifted in me, too. And I want to carry that into the coven, into the journeys, into whatever comes next.

So yes. I didn’t sell shitloads.

But I connected.

And that’s the bit I can’t put a price on.