“You can only come to the morning through the shadows.” ~J.R.R. Tolkien
I woke up this morning, stretched my arms out, yawned widely and realised that something has shifted as I slept last night. My fever’s broken, my pain has eased, and my mind is bright.
It’s a great relief. The last few days have been quite horrid.
But even in the misery I’ve endured there have been gifts. I’ve spent a lot of time in the company of owls. I’ve spent a lot of time flying through the night skies while the world was sleeping.
The silver lining of illness is the time I get to spend on Cauldrons, rather than Cupcakes.
In honour of that blessing, for the rest of the week I am going to write a little about my family connection to owls, and to magic. And I’ll tell you what’s been unfolding with the Owl and the Orchard Man.
It’s a magical week – and I’m so looking forward to sharing some of my magical world with you!
