A Sunshine Bunny’s Awakening: Welcoming Spring and New Beginnings

As dawn stretches her golden arms over the hills, I rise.
Refreshed, restored, and finally in rhythm with the season. You see, I’m what you might call a Sunshine Bunny. The muted palette and abbreviated daylight of winter never quite suit my circadian rhythm. I need light, warmth, and the gentle kiss of sunbeams to stir my inner being back to life.

I’ve never owned curtains.
Even as a child, I preferred to fall asleep beneath the stars, tracing constellations like secret messages from the universe. Tiny sparks of wonder, glinting across a velvet sky, always whispering that Walt Disney truth:

“When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are. Anything your heart desires will come to you.”

That, I suppose, is the magic that fuels my life. Less practical, more whimsical.
I’m a child of dreams, forever believing that if you wish hard enough and move gently with intention, you can make anything bloom.

So spring, for me, is a reawakening. A seasonal exhale. As Mother Nature unravels herself from winter’s slumber, I too emerge—barefoot and beaming, following her lead as she coaxes life from the soil. The world blushes with green. The tiny buds open like secrets, and I begin to forage again.

The ritual returns—gorse flowers with their pina colada perfume, followed by wild garlic’s pungent allure and the quiet sting of nettles, earthy and herbaceous. My kitchen becomes an apothecary once more. Glass vessels catch the morning light—ferments fizzing, tinctures steeping, syrups glowing amber. It’s a small alchemy. I am home. I am happy.

This spring, though, came with something even more special…
An invitation to co-host a retreat in Andalucía with two dear friends, Ronald and Roberta.

Spain has always tugged gently at the strings of my heart.
Childhood holidays in caravans on the southern coast. Beach picnics with sand-dusted sandwiches. The briny perfume of sardines grilling nearby, the laughter of family mingled with the distant clink of sangria glasses. It’s nostalgia laced with sunshine—it feels like home.

The villa was a dream: somewhere between modern elegance and Basque soul.
Cool stone floors, sun-drenched balconies, and the kind of silence that carries stories.
A place that begs you to wander barefoot and listen.

But the true magic? The people.

Our group felt like soul family, each person bringing their own warmth and wonder.
We laughed. We cried. We created. The theme was Colour, and though I came to teach, I ended up learning more about my own approach than I ever expected.

Now, I see colour differently. Not just as a mood or aesthetic choice, but as a language spoken by light itself. The shadows in Old Málaga. The warmth of ochre walls in the afternoon sun. I’ve begun to piece together scenes like puzzles—each hue a story shaped by time of day and place on the map. It’s opened a door I didn’t know existed, and I’m utterly obsessed.

And now—I’m back home.

Back in England, with a heart full of Andalusian light, I’ve begun a brand new chapter: my very first home. On March 28th, I held the keys to an 1800s Dorset cottage in my hands—a moment equal parts terrifying and thrilling.

The renovation journey will be slow and soulful, as finances and time allow. But oh, what a journey it will be! I can already see the garden: dahlias, foxgloves, and tumbling roses. Inside: cosy minimalism kissed with charm and softness.

Every nook will tell a story, and I can’t wait to share it all with you.

If you feel called to join me—whether for inspiration, curiosity, or gentle encouragement—I would be honoured to have you along.

Your support, and your presence here, means the world to me.

So here’s to spring.

To new beginnings, old dreams, and the beauty of waking up to yourself.

Thank you for reading.

With the warmest hugs,
Suze