When a muggle loves a witch

The Little Witches gladly proclaim, and Hubby happily accepts, the title of Muggle.

Despite the title, Hubby understands the Magick and how important it is for me. This year, for my birthday, Hubby had a brilliant idea.

He built me an altar.

After Hubby moved it upstairs, the kids blessed it with rose petals to surprise me.

When I returned to the altar a few hours after initial setup, I saw Witchlette reset Frigg with the silk flower petals.

Last night, I consecrated it with sage smoke runic inscriptions, cedarwood inscense, and auditory vibration.

This morning, after walking the dogs, I sat before my new table and completed my morning prayer ritual, then did a nice long (for before work) yoga session.