This morning I was struggling.
My shoes were by the door. I knew a walk would help. I wanted to go.
But I couldn't move.
My chest felt tight. I wanted to cry.
The day before, I had experienced a huge wave of grief. During a Yoga Nidra class, I met my husband Andrew. It felt so real and so lovely that I didn't want him to go. Afterwards, sitting in my car, I completely broke down.
Grief can be strange like that.
It can arrive years later and feel as fresh as ever.
This morning I found myself questioning my feelings.
Was I making excuses?
Was I being dramatic?
Shouldn't I be stronger than this?
Then I remembered something I teach children all the time.
Feelings do not need to be justified before they can be felt.
So I put on my shoes.
I didn't commit to a long walk.
I simply stepped outside.
A few minutes later I found myself standing here.
The Meadow.
The very place that inspired Mini Magical Minds World.
Stretching ahead of me was a grassy path surrounded by wildflowers. Beyond the meadow sat the Quiet Forest. Hidden amongst the trees was the reservoir that inspired the Crystal Pool.
As I stood there, I realised something.
Mini Magical Minds World isn't just a place I created.
It is a place I return to.
When life feels overwhelming, I walk through the Meadow.
When my thoughts feel noisy, I walk through the Quiet Forest.
When I need clarity, I sit beside the Crystal Pool.
The landscape that inspired the characters and stories has quietly been supporting me all along.
Today reminded me that healing is rarely about taking giant leaps.
Sometimes healing is simply putting on your shoes.
Sometimes healing is walking a path you have walked many times before.
Sometimes healing is allowing yourself to cry and then stepping forward anyway.
The path doesn't ask us to have all the answers.
It simply asks us to take the next step.
And today, that was enough.
🌼 Eddie Elephant's Meadow
🌲 Marcus Meerkat's Quiet Forest
💧 Delia Dolphin's Crystal Pool
🌈 And the reminder that even on difficult days, there is still a path waiting for us.
As I finished writing this blog, sat in my favourite spot by the Crystal Pool, something made me smile.
An ant crawled across my phone screen.
Years ago, Andrew used to joke that if he ever came back, he would come back as an ant.
Whether it was simply an ant being an ant or a perfectly timed reminder of a happy memory, I found myself smiling.
And somehow, after a morning of mixed emotions, that felt like exactly what I needed.
Life is funny sometimes.
One moment we are carrying grief.
The next, we are smiling at an ant.
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