Once I finally managed the altar into place (what seems now an eon ago), I started putting the workroom back together. I am sure I have mentioned how lucky I am to have my own space that opens to the tiny back garden.. kind of my own itty bitty witchtopian woman cave (yes, I just made up a word). It is usually strewn with dirt, plant matter, and all sorts of other working materials.. rarely is it in order or clean for that matter. I am a messy little dirt worshipper after all. I spent a couple of days getting it clean and organized (mostly) and so now it feels all Zen. I moved in my garden books and field guides. I cleared out the awesome old cauldron Walking Bear gifted me with the intention of housing my most usefuls in it. I arranged the bench beside my meditation seat (seriously an old shipping pallet with a comforter folded on.. super fancy ) to serve as an extension of sorts to the altar so I would have some more immediate space. It is still crammed full of bits and bobbles, don’t get me wrong.. I fear I shall never be that organized person I so want to be. However, it is at least a more workable space at the moment. Now, if I can only keep the cats from rearranging..