A Muse, a Moment and a Return to Magick

I’ve been finding my way back my witch – the one I didn’t outgrow, the one who just quietened for a while. She’s not theatrical or showy. She’s the part of me that listens before she looks, trusts before she labels, and knows when something is shifting long before the world catches up.

A few weeks ago, I had an impromptu session with my Halloween Muse – our second time creating together. Nothing planned, nothing polished. Just a spark, a mood, a moment that asked to be followed. Halloween and Beltane. And standing there, letting the session unfold instead of steering it, I realised how much easier my work becomes when I let myself soften into that intuitive place I used to live in so naturally.

Reconnecting with my witch isn’t about building an aesthetic or leaning into a persona. It’s been a return to instinct – the inner compass that shapes how I see, how I hold space, and how I guide someone into their truest expression. It’s sharpening the part of me that recognises what someone is really offering when they stand in front of my lens. It’s helping me step deeper into the work, not through force, but through presence.

And alongside the depth, there’s been something else I didn’t expect: lightness, joy, a little mischief even.

Somewhere in the seriousness of running a business, leading a community, and making meaningful art, I minimised the part of myself that plays. The part that’s curious, delighted, willing to follow a thread just because it glows. Witchcraft is giving that back to me – the sparkling kind of joy that doesn’t need to announce itself.

I’m realising that the more I let this version of myself lead, the more spacious everything feels. My work, my creativity, my connection with the people I photograph – all of it opens up.

This isn’t a reinvention. It’s a homecoming.

A remembering of the woman who always knew where the magic lived.