From the desk of Lux Vesper,

Cadaqués, Spain

Dear Friend, 

Have you ever had that moment when you're trying on dresses for a party - that you really want to go to - and nothing looks good on you?

That was me.

Except it wasn't just clothes.

It was everything.

It was late September. I was living in West Belfast. I had just gone through a horrible break-up (that honestly felt good to be out of). I was cold all the time. Nothing made sense. Nothing was working in my life.

Whatever my plan was… it wasn’t working.

Basically I was lost.

Not the kind of lost you feel sometimes on a Monday morning when you don't want to go to work.

I mean really lost.

Like something was broken.

And tbh I was a little worried that I was the thing that was broken.

But worse, I felt like God wasn't with me anymore, like I was all on my own, and that was kind of scary.

So because I’m a good practical Irish woman - and a writer - I started looking for a way to fix it.

To find my way back.

And what happened next really surprised me.

I got a message - completely out of the blue - from a publisher I had worked for previously to ask would I like to be part of a thing where every day I say a little prayer - then write about it - just to see what would happen.

No big church, no religion, no hype, just a little experiment to see if prayer still works these days, and what happens if it does.

I think I liked it because it was low key and honestly at that time I wasn't up for anything big.

But weirdly, as soon as I started doing it, things started to fall into place, almost immediately.

I felt better, and things just started to "work out".

Along the way I moved to a little town in Spain called Cadaqués, where I eat oranges, flirt with beautiful Spanish boys, breathe in the sunshine and rain, and write about one little prayer each day - just to see what happens next.