I imagine most people can care
out their own sacred spaces over
their lifetime. I am so fortunate
that I have not one, not two, but
three. My Sancta Sanctorum.
Luckily enough, I get to live in
my own tiny, sweet, 130 year old
cabin. Surrounded by forest, the
acreage is still open enough that
guests can come by at their leisure.
In this archaic space, many miracles
have occurred . . . reconciliations,
the forming of friendships, meetings,
birthday parties and amazing meals.
Miracles, really . . .
My gypsy vardo is my Holy of Holies.
Imagined by me and created by my
lover, it is beyond anything else I've
ever seen. It's wild in treasures, décor
and color. There is a magick about it,
somewhat etherial.
Last and yes least, my small travel
trailer, under the amazing hands
of my lover, takes us far and wide.
Visits to children, family and places,
all possible due to this little home
away from home.
Gratitude abounds to all those higher
powers that have made these treasures
possible. On my knees to my partner
whose skills are pure magic! We are
ever so fortunate . . .
Sancta Sanctorum!!!
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