10/13/2026
Over the weekend I took a trail I hadn’t walked for a while. Towards the end, on a slope tucked in the trees, lives a whole cluster of tiny houses tucked into the hillside. Someone, or maybe a group of someones, built a little village there a long time ago.
They’re worn now, weathered by years of rain and snow. And they’re still completely magical. And I really took the time to look at each little door and window, and felt a huge slice of joy come over me.
The first thing I thought of was Sigrit from the movie Eurovision. If you haven’t seen it, Sigrit is an Icelandic singer who believes in elves with her whole heart. She visits their little houses, talks to them and asks for their help, and she never once apologizes for it.
What I love about Sigrit is that she takes magic seriously. Whether the elves are real hardly matters. What matters is that she gives wonder her full attention, as if it counts. And it feels like somebody on that trail did the same thing: they built a village for no reason except delight.
Most of the women I work with stopped making room for that years ago. Every hour has to earn its place, and anything without a measurable return gets cut first. It might feel like that makes sense, but it costs more than we realize.
So consider this your invitation to treat the small wonders in your life the way Sigrit treats her elves - like they matter. Because they do!!
Tell me in the comments: where’s your elf village? I mean the spot, the view or the little ritual that still stops you in your tracks.