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There’s something sacred about the quiet moments before bed. The world softens, the veil thins, and if you listen closely… the universe whispers.

The other night, I reached for my Angel Dreams Oracle deck—something I hadn’t done in a while. Life has been heavy lately. The kind of heavy that settles deep into your bones. Between the layered emotions of stepparenting, the weight of missing my mom, and the everyday noise of just trying to keep it all together, I knew I needed a moment. A little magic. A little me.

So I shuffled the cards with intention, palms warm, heart open—and pulled the Lady’s Mantle card.

Instant tears.

Lady’s Mantle is a card of mother healing, alchemy, and feminine energy. For me, it was like my mom reached through the deck just to say, “I’m still here, baby.” And I felt her. I really did.

Lady’s Mantle reminded me that healing isn’t always loud or obvious. Sometimes, it’s in the quiet strength of showing up. Sometimes, it’s in forgiving yourself for not having all the answers. And sometimes, it’s in the magical act of turning pain into purpose.

But the universe wasn’t done with me yet. I pulled a second card: Fairies.

Cue the goosebumps.

Fairies are symbols of earth magic, playfulness, and reconnecting with the joy we often forget we’re allowed to feel. That card felt like a wink from the other side—a reminder to stop gripping life so tightly. To breathe. To laugh. To dance barefoot under the stars again.

And maybe, most importantly, to not let the struggles of adulthood drown the magic out of motherhood—even when motherhood looks different for you, like it does for me.

As a stepmom, I often feel like I’m floating in a weird, in-between space. Not quite “Mom,” but not “not” Mom either. It’s beautiful, complicated, and emotionally exhausting. But that night, the cards reminded me: there’s power in being the soft place, the safe space, the quiet constant—even when no one sees it.

Before I went to sleep, I set an intention I now share with you:

“I invite peace and clarity into my dreams. I ask to feel my mom’s love, to release what weighs me down, and to rediscover the joy that still lives within me. I am never alone. I am always guided.”

That night, I slept with the cards tucked beside my bed. And when I woke up, I wrote.

Because the truth is—magic doesn’t just live in cards or rituals. It lives in the moments we listen. It lives in the moments we choose softness. It lives in you.

So if you’re reading this, maybe this post is your sign. Your nudge to pull out your own deck, or to go sit outside and let the wind carry your thoughts. Maybe it’s time to invite the fairies back in.

And if you feel alone, overwhelmed, or like you’re doing everything without recognition—know this:

You are seen.

You are supported.

You are pure f**king magic.

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Let’s keep dancing with ghosts, pulling cards, and sharing stories that heal.