They say that Bluebells are a sign of fairies and magick. They spread so slowly that where Bluebells grow now, is said to be a sign of ancient woodlands.

Today, as we walked, with Bluebells and garlic creating a carpet on the floor, I thought about this. I mentioned it to my kids, but they weren’t interested. Sometimes they are so excited to hear these things,

other times, it’s totally irrelevant to them.

Today, P found real fascination with the Holly leaves, and was examining many of them to see the spikes versus smoothness, and stretching high with his stick to find smoother leaves. The ones that were half and half were the most fascinating.

Last night I set intentions… after being exhausted from the weekend, I wanted to start the week off positively. So before fully sleeping, I quickly noted down some fresh intentions, to be filled with vital energy, to be focused, and to find myself in the right place at the right time.

This morning, I got up at 6, and thought, this is my intentions being lived out. So I grabbed my laptop and did a tone of sifting and admin work and created some stuff too! Then when A woke up, she played a maths game before we went down for breakfast.  Connection. Focus. Creation. It felt good.

Getting out with the kids fed into that, because after the weekend, I could see they were heading towards some hours of lounging and screen requests. The deal was, out for a walk… lunch and then screens. They accepted, and it worked brilliantly.

In fact, I visited my favourite tree.

They played in the river.

They played at the park.

They did “nature’s obstacle course” laughing and thanking nature for providing roots to jump and turn around, and a bridge to go under.

They dug

The splashed

And collected many many sticks and dandelions

And by the time we got home, everyone was ravenous and exhausted, and dirty – queue a long play in the bath followed by some actual play downstairs. It was nearly dinner before screens were requested and I happily obliged.

So they spent the evening watching their programmes and playing games; while I’ve spent the evening listening and making notes about female reproductive health and Traditional Chinese Medicine. It’s been a classically good, balanced day – bar the dog who hasn’t been super impressed that I paid more attention to my notes than cuddling her.

Sometimes balance and connection looks like getting them involved in cooking, reading to them and cuddling, playing and really digging deep into my reserves to be present in their games and stories etc. Other times, it’s about suiting and booting up and then after a good dose of fresh air and exercise, giving them hours of movies or episodes of the Octonauts.

I used to get really judgy with myself for the latter… but truthfully, there isn’t a magick fairy who’ll come and do the chores or give me extra hours in the day to learn for my own joy. I can either lean into screens consciously, or I can fight them… and I choose the latter.

I’m really starting to live in this space where I see balance isn’t about things looking similar every day… its about my own nervous system feeling safe in our every day differences.

With love, thanks for reading.

Rohana x