Talia left a blue candle on my bedside table tonight. She didn’t say anything—just smiled that knowing smile of hers, the one that makes me feel like she already knows the question I haven’t asked yet.
I didn’t realize how tired my mind was until I lit it. The soft blue glow flickered like the ocean breathing. Somehow, I could almost hear it—waves lapping, the air whispering be still.
When I asked her about it later, she said blue is the color of calm, wisdom, healing, and truth. “It listens,” she told me. “And if you listen back, you’ll hear what you need to know.”
I think I did.
Blue feels like the breath between waves
—the quiet moment where everything finally stops rushing. It’s the echo of the sky after a storm, the reminder that even after everything crashes down, peace can return.
Talia said that in magic, blue belongs to Water—the element of feeling and flow. She compared it to learning to swim through your emotions instead of drowning in them. “Water moves,” she said. “It doesn’t fight itself.”
I love that. Because lately, it feels like everything inside me is both tide and storm—missing Dad, trying to fit into this strange new town, trying not to be afraid of what I can do. Maybe blue is exactly what I need right now: a spell to remind me to breathe.
She also talked about the Throat Chakra—Vishuddha, she called it. The center of truth and voice. When she said it, I thought of how often I swallow my words. How sometimes it’s easier to say nothing than to risk saying too much.
Maybe that’s why blue keeps showing up around me. Maybe it’s trying to teach me to speak—not loudly, but clearly. To say what’s true even if my voice shakes.
Light blue for peace. Dark blue for wisdom. Indigo for the mysteries I don’t yet understand.
Talia says every shade holds a different spell. I wrote them down so I won’t forget:
Light Blue — patience and peace
Dark Blue — wisdom and protection
Indigo — intuition and higher knowing
She showed me how to anoint the candle with lavender oil before lighting it, and how to whisper the truth I’ve been holding back. I didn’t think I could say it, but the words came out soft and steady.
And afterward, I felt lighter. Like something inside me finally exhaled.
Blue teaches me that calm isn’t the absence of emotion—it’s what happens when you let the storm pass through without losing yourself to it. It’s gentle, but it’s strong. Like Talia. Like water.
Tonight, my room glows faintly blue. The candle’s almost out, but the calm it brought lingers.
Maybe this is what healing feels like—not a spell or a miracle, but a color.
And maybe tomorrow, I’ll be brave enough to speak the truth again.
Bring the Magic Home
Ready to take the journey yourself? Flowers and Dreams is available now in paperback and ebook. Step into the lush Pacific Northwest, unlock the attic door, and follow Magnolia’s path through memory, magic, and mystery. Get your copy today—and let the story bloom.
If you’ve been craving a story steeped in magic, memory, and the soft rustle of moss beneath your feet, Flowers and Dreams is waiting to welcome you. Now available in both paperback and ebook, this tale invites you into the mist-draped beauty of the Pacific Northwest—where every shadow holds a secret, and even the quietest corners hum with forgotten wonder.
Follow Magnolia as she returns to a childhood home steeped in echoes and unanswered questions. With each step, she unravels the delicate threads of mystery woven through her past—through an attic door, down winding forest paths, and across the dreamscapes that shape who we become.
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Let the journey unfold—and let the story bloom.
Treasures from the Nook
Step into the magic of Flowers and Dreams—and take a piece of it home with you. At Christle’s Writer’s Nook Shop, you’ll find a curated collection of meaningful merchandise inspired by the stories I tell and the worlds I build. From cozy hoodies and dreamy mugs to journals, totes, and tumblers, each item is designed to carry a bit of wonder, intention, and Pacific Northwest charm into your everyday life.
Whether you’re sipping tea from a “Be the Magic” mug or jotting thoughts in a “Remember Where You Came From” journal, these pieces are more than just merch—they’re companions for your creative journey.
Come explore, find your favorite, and let the story bloom beyond the page.
Meet the Author Behind the Magic
Curious about the person behind the pen and the stories shaped by mist and memory?
If this is your first time wandering into my little corner of the internet, welcome—I’m truly so glad you’ve arrived. Whether you stumbled here on a quiet morning with a cup of tea in hand or followed a breadcrumb trail from one of my stories, I hope you’ll take a moment to get cozy and explore.
If you’re curious to know more about the heart behind the words—the why behind the writing, the experiences that shape my stories, and the quiet beliefs that run beneath them like a forest stream—you’ll find all of that and more on my About Me page. It’s where I share a bit about the path I’ve walked and the voice I’ve grown into over time.
If you’re curious to know more about the heart behind the words—the why behind the writing, the experiences that shape my stories, and the quiet beliefs that run beneath them like a forest stream—you’ll find all of that and more on my About Me page. It’s where I share a bit about the path I’ve walked and the voice I’ve grown into over time.
So if you feel called by tales woven with moss and meaning, or if you too believe there’s wonder tucked into the small and sacred corners of life, I think you’ll find something here that speaks to you. Come say hello, take a breath, and stay awhile.
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