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Finding the Magic

November 3, 2016

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What does it mean to you?

I never thought that magic would be something that would be the basis for my whole life. Like many people, I always connected magic to the wicked witch, to darkness, and to the unknown. I saw magic as something other, something that good girls like me would never touch.

But then I started to write and people told me that I helped them to see their magic. And then I co-led a retreat and people there told me I had brought magic. And then more than one person called me ‘Magic Meg’, seeing something in me that I had not seen for myself.

So I began embracing it. Playing with it. Participating in it. Loving it.

Within three years, my entire life changed.

And it wasn’t about spells and it wasn’t about potions. It wasn’t remotely about anything dark at all. In fact, it baffled me because it was about doing something that I already do: finding the magic – the divine – in the everyday.

Magic is the word I use for the moment of connection between me and the Mystery.

Magic is the tingle, the wonder, and the enchantment. Magic is the belief in something more. Magic is the delight, the help, the wink, the words, the Divine, the angels, the mystical, the transcendent, the unexplainable, the miracle, the holy.

Magic, for me, isn’t about anything other than proof that we are all divinely connected.

Magic is the moments when we remember who we are. 

And it is only more powerful in the company of other women.

Which is why I decided to begin hosting gatherings of women in places known for their magic.

Finding the Magic is about me providing and holding the space for you to crack open the door that stands between you and your very best self. It’s about giving yourself permission to play with what magic you can see, can find, and can feel. It’s about delight and play and letting go just enough to see that you are magic.

is about remembering what it is like to feel free.

And that is what I want for you.


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Be Careful What You Wish For

August 10, 2016

“You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?” – Rumi

When I was very little, I believed in faeries and magic and God. I believed that I could talk to trees and that there were monsters in the little slice of darkness I could see through my bedroom door.

Leprechauns regularly left me pennies.

I always made the same wish for my birthday and I believed that if I wished hard enough, it would come true.

Then, a well-meaning teacher gave us a story to read. The moral of that story was, be careful what you wish for. And, like all really good stories, the message went deep into my soul and stuck there.

Words have magical powers.

I have a large collection of crystals and essential oils and perfume blends and books about wonder and mystery. I buy them for their intention, their metaphysical properties, their magic. But often they sit, unused. I have beat myself with that particular guilt stick over and over and over again, wondering why I hold myself back.

This morning, as I ran my hands over my perfumes, I hesitated over a tiny sample of a wishing blend. I’ve had it for over a year, and, apart from opening it to sniff, I have never used it. I was afraid of what I might wish for while I was wearing it.


I was too afraid of the repercussions to make a wish.

Ever since I read that story, my wishes have been diluted.

If I wish for something good for me, something bad will happen to someone else.

If I wish for something and get it, I may have missed out on something even better.

If I wish for something too much, I will only push it away.

The underlying wonder is that somewhere inside of me sits the unshakable knowledge that I am incredibly powerful, but I have become afraid of that power.

Have you heard it? Do you say it? Do you believe it?

Are you careful what you wish for?

Wrists and heart (and the tip of my nose!) anointed with the wishing blend, hands open on my knees, I held that little girl in love and understanding, and sent love to anyone else who was taught to be afraid of their power. I thanked and blessed the teacher for this perfect lesson at the perfect time, and I imagined erasing that story from my book. Then I wrote a new one:

If I wish for something from a place of my truth, do everything in my power to get it, hold the intention of the highest possible outcome for everyone, and follow the magic, anything is possible.

I call all of my power back to me. I delight in that power. I am big enough to hold that power. I’ve got this.

The change in my energy was immediate and I am still shivering with expanded possibilities.

Words have magical powers. Be full of care for what you wish for.

Go ahead. Make a wish.








When the Virgin Mary is on your front porch

August 8, 2016

I wish I could show you, when you are lonely or in the darkness, the astonishing light of your own being. – Hafiz


In every workshop or retreat I have taught at, every online group I have been part of, and every gathering of women, the question of deserving has always come up.

The more I think about it, the more I think that this is the biggest block to us following our dreams.

We think we don’t deserve them.

We believe that we aren’t good enough to deserve love/ good things/ magic/ miracles because of something that happened in our past, and it’s just being proven to us by our new belief in the Law of Attraction.

Because now if bad things happen, or good things don’t happen, not only do I not deserve it because I am somehow a bad person/ unlovable, I am also to blame because I didn’t believe or attract enough. It’s a double-dose of un-deserving.

So no matter what, we suck. It’s bloody exhausting, but we keep doing it – believing in our undeservingness – and beating ourselves to an emotional pulp. So let’s do an experiment and try something else for a minute, because, as Dr. Phil would say: ‘How’s that working for ya?’

When people talk to me about us moving here, they get a funny look in their eye and they tell me how brave or how lucky or even how crazy we are. Know what? We’re not. We are scared. We are freaking out. We look at each other and question our decision every single day. But we never questioned – not once – whether or not we deserved to want this.

Why? Because I choose to no longer believe in the concept of deserving. It definitely doesn’t make things easier, but it sure makes things better.

The change happened for me when I decided to play with believing in a benevolent universe. I started asking, ‘what if?’ What if I deserve to follow my dreams just because I am here? What if I am allowed to believe in miracles just because I got born? What if I am a deeply loved, held, and a tiny piece of the divine having a human experience?

What if there was actually no such thing as not deserving? What then?

Adding ‘what if’ to any thought makes it much more playful. You aren’t committing to the thought, you are just checking it out. Your brain begins to look for answers; for proof. It doesn’t like not knowing something. And as you let yourself play with what ifs, the world opens up and the what ifs get deeper, richer, and more powerful – until you find yourself asking, ‘what if we were to totally change our lives. What then?’

So what if the universe/ the divine/ God/ Goddess/ spirit/ or even the Virgin Mary was actually present in your life all of the time as a loving presence? What would you do differently? What if you and Mary had a standing date for tea and all she ever wanted to do was talk about how beloved you are; not because of something you did or didn’t do, and regardless of what was going on in your life. Would you look at her and tell her all of the ways it wasn’t true? Or would you believe her because – well – she’s the Virgin Mary? What if, just for a moment at a time, you played with believing that it was true?

So I’ll ask you again:

What if there was no such thing as not deserving? What then?