This is where the Goddess lives. She makes Her home in the space between each breathe, in murmurs of memory, in each scent that rises from the ethers. Here we blend Her oils to anoint our bodies, burn Her herbs to bless our space, create from mind and heart to celebrate Her glory. We sing Her stories to the rising dawn, whisper Her secrets in the dead of night, and we call Her by name so that She may live. And when the veils part and the temple is revealed there we stand: a Votary in red and gold.