My Sacred Attic Room

Sitting upon the floor within my empty attic room, feeling its bones while envisioning its endless possibilities. I close my eyes and breath in its warm air, feeling its hearty energy radiating from its walls. I lay upon the floor, staring at its low slanted ceilings and the visions start flashing before me. Wooden wracks mounted to the ceiling slants for hand dipped candles and bundles of herbs to hang upon. I stare at the window that lights the room with the gazing gloom outside while the walls on each side appear with wooden tables, one for my ladies and another for my lords. Wooden hanging wracks appear on the walls above the tables, full of skeleton keys and charms. A small shelf in front of the window appears with elixir bottles, stones and infusion oils basking in the sunlight. This delightful wall is complete and the spirit of the home continues to tell me of its possibilities.

I slowly turn and focus on the wall to my left while my guardians start to chime in. Custom shelves appear upon the wall, specifically built for skulls, bones, feathers, wild harvesting treasures and wooden creations of my own. The top is dedicated to my totems animals and favorite wort poisons. My unfound Victorian chair sits in the corner for spirits of all sorts to rest upon and my old study altar to its side on the wall behind me. The study altar is covered with books and an old oil lantern I’ve seen many times within my dreams.

The wall to the right of me begins to sing a sweet melody, one I’ve heard within the deepest of thickets and slowly it tells me of its purpose. Light and vibrant colors of candles, stones and herbal blends appear upon another custom shelf set. The top is dedicated to the Fae, beautiful stones border the top, fern plants resting upon each side, tea cups to the left side for honey and milk and a brass chalice for mead sits behind them. The center holds my Faery Oracle Deck of Tarot and the right holds statues and a woven basket for treats and charms.

Hours have passed and the walls are complete yet the room isn’t finished. I sit with an open heart and open mind, waiting to see the table that will lie before me. I open my trunk and lay out my basics, putting everything where I would like it to be and holding on to the visions of everything that will be built around me. I realized my first altar table can never be replaced but as my path continues to grow and twist, my needs continue to grow with it. After sitting in the quiet warmth of the room, staring at everything with closed eyes I see a table form before me, one I’ve seen in my dreams once more. This table is short yet perfect in every way. It rests before me while I sit upon the floor, at perfect level to grasp everything I need with no shelves or extra details to ever inconvenience me.  It holds all of my tools, enabling me to move them as I please and use its surface at any angle.

With a joyful smile upon my face I stand on the steps looking into my room; watching as it forms before me, I can’t help but feel blessed. A small and empty room will become a work of art, beautifully designed for meditation, ritual and workings of all sorts with the light of the moon gleaming through its brilliant window.

I tell my husband of my plans over dinner and he smiles with love, asking me how I can create so much from an empty space. I show him my sketches and he travels to the attic with me to takes notes of measurements. He already knows I’ll need his help to build it all but loves to ask anyways. We start to make a list of wood materials and he chuckles when I ask him when we can begin. He knows when I get an idea in my mind I tend to rush things so he agrees to help me start building after the next moving load this weekend.

With an eager heart, I dream of my sacred room every time I close my eyes; a room full of my path, hidden away from everyone that enters my home, only accessible through the kitchen stairwell that will soon be covered with pots of herbs. The more I think of this special room, the more details fall into place and the warmer my heart becomes. I’m still undecided upon a wood color, whether I keep it light and natural or color it with a dark mahogany tint, I know the room will be amazing and the answer will come to me in my dreams.

WindGrace

 

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