The Quiet Return of Magic: Reviving Your Soul Memory

There’s a kind of longing that doesn’t come from lack—it comes from memory. Not the kind you can trace on a calendar, but the kind that lives in your bones. It’s the ache you feel when light filters through the trees just right, or when the breeze carries a scent that makes your heart pause. It’s the stillness that settles over you when you sit somewhere quietly and suddenly feel—without words—that you’re not alone.

For many of us, that longing is growing louder. We crave something deeper, older, and truer than what the modern world offers. We ache for real magic—not fantasy, but the kind that lives in nature, intuition, and the quiet mysteries we used to honor without needing to explain.

I write about this now, because I am seeing it more and more. Beautiful humans I am honored to work with who are feeling disconnected, unsettled, and sometimes downright crazy for this inner knowing pulling at their heartstrings. The feeling that something isn't quite right, but they can't exactly put their finger on it. This weird, unspoken understanding that this isn't how the world was meant to be...that we've gotten it wrong in so many ways. That we would all benefit from more kindness, more honesty, and more connection. You are NOT crazy and you are most certainly not alone.

We Know Magic Is Real. But We’ve Been Taught to Forget.

We live in a culture that often praises logic but mocks wonder, glorifies hustle but shames rest, & mass-produces spiritual bypassing while cultivating a fear of authentic connection. But underneath all that noise, there’s something else awakening: a remembering. We’re remembering the times—whether in our ancestry, our past lives (if that's part of your spiritual understanding), or simply in the soul’s knowing—when magic wasn’t a secret. When it wasn’t something to suppress or sanitize, but something woven into everyday life. There was a time before society flattened our wildness, before the sacred feminine was labeled dangerous or hysterical - a time when nature was teacher and temple, dreams were honored, rituals were communal, and we held the codes of birth and death with reverence instead of fear. Many of us weren’t raised in that world, but I truly believe that we remember it. And the dissonance between that inner knowing and the modern pace can feel unbearable at times.

The Problem Isn’t That Magic Doesn’t Exist—It’s That We’re Disconnected From It.

Magic has never left. It’s still in the synchronicities, the healing hands, the whispers in meditation, the way your child knows how to talk to the moon. It’s in the way your body speaks before your mind can catch up. It’s in the soft “yes” you feel when your intuition tugs gently at your heart.

But so many of us have learned to override that voice—to silence it with busyness, addictions, fear, or the illusion of control. And in doing so, we’ve distanced ourselves from the very thing that makes us feel alive. The truth is, this world often doesn’t support the kind of magic we crave. Worse, some of the power structures that do understand it have weaponized it—using ancient principles for manipulation, control, or greed.

But that’s not the whole story.

There is another kind of magic rising again. A pure kind. A natural, cyclical, reverent magic. And you can feel it, can’t you? The hum beneath the chaos. The pull back toward something sacred. The draw to a more gentle way of being. That's your gift - even though, at times, it may feel like your biggest challenge.

We Are the Bridge Between Worlds.

If you feel like you were born for a different time, you’re not entirely wrong. You were born for this one—but to help reshape it. To help others to remember what was forgotten (and to remember it yourself). To walk barefoot again, spiritually and literally. To rewild your heart and reclaim your intuition. To sit with your hands in the soil and your spirit in the stars, knowing both are holy and necessary and beautiful and valuable.

You are not too sensitive. You are not too woo woo. You are seeing things as your soul was meant to see them. And your sensitivity is a strength—a compass guiding you (and others) home back to the truth that magic does exist.

So What Do We Do With the Longing?

We honor it. Start small - light a candle with intention, talk to the trees, make tea like it’s an offering, believe in freaking mermaids and unicorns and all the other unseen things. Ask your dreams to speak to you again. Journal the signs, the synchronicities, the nudges that you can’t explain. Tell your children magic is real—and show them how to find it. Commit to having these big, "crazy" conversations and risk being labeled in whatever ways you might be, because you KNOW...in the deepest sense of the word...that what you feel is so often truer than anything you might see in this world.

Take your longings seriously. Because they are invitations. Not just to remember—but to return. Not to a past you can’t reach—but to a way of being that never really left. Magic is not gone. It’s waiting - in the breath between tasks, the soil beneath your feet, and the places you let yourself feel without proof. Let it return through you.

The world may not fully understand it yet—but you do. And your remembering matters more than you know. Thank you for showing up and being you!