My Lady's Place

At last the house is quiet and empty and with an old thrill I approach a worn and battered chest
The room itself is evening dim and cool as the sun has left the sky
a faint scent of candle wax and sweet incense welcomes and entices
old books and and arcane sigils jars and hanging herbs
hand made oils and potions line shelves glow softly in the setting sunlight
This small cupboard is my place where I study and speak to My Lady
Write read sing laugh question cry caste pray and worship

My small Circle my private solace

...My Lady's place and here I am home.

Solita @2007