Avra Palabra

Shhh... Be Still and Listen.

What we truly like eventually becomes our one and only narrow-soulful need in life, what doesn't feel good on the inside is not the path leading to the soul-home.

You will be called home, one way or another, sooner or later, willingly or not, yes or yes.

[There is an internal landscape,

a geography of the soul;

we search for its outlines all our lives;

those who are lucky enough to find it

ease like water over a stone,

onto its fluids contours,

and are home.] - Josephine Hart

As a homey hearthy hearty witch who likes tending the sacred fire in the elfsmial kitchen and old timey stories, working out of my home feels like exile. But working out at my home. But A PROFESSION RUN FROM THE HOME as seen in the famous fairy tale "The Shoemaker and the Elves". But a SOULPRENEUR or the rise of the Artist/Owner who redefines "success" on her own terms and creates a business and a life that feels good on the inside, not just good on the outside, and helps heal the world together while having fun. My work is a game, a very serious game. Play is Sacred. Art is Sacred. Soul is Sacred. For a witch, her home or vital space is her natural workplace, and she practices her trade and art of witchcraft sustained by the communion with the household spirits that dwell the home, "the house forms a protective cocoon, one that is sacred and magical" (p.48, "The Tradition of Household Spirits", by French scholar Claude Lecouteux) like a colorful, beaded needle felted leaf that softly embraces 'earthstar daughter', She-With a Luminous Soul. See, she loves to play with colors, with the softness of wool. She likes the sparkle of beads. She knows magic, she sees fairies, she plays with possibilities and her smile is full of wonder and her eyes are big and starry. I am held. I am special. I am magic.

Avra Kehdabra♥ - I Will Create What I Speak. I Do As I Say. I Walk My Talk.

Avra Palabra @avrapalabra

[In a hole in the ground there lived a Hobbit.

Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and oozy smell,

nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat:

it was a hobbit-hole and that means comfort.]

- The Hobbit, "An Unexpected Journey"

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