It was July when Aphrodite moved into the bedroom. Her altar once spread across the living room, with a picture there, a statue there, pearls, pearls, pearls. But it was summer where I live and the days were longer, hotter, and She wanted to be close. Her altar became the place I returned each evening, pouring honey rose tincture on my tongue, drinking rose tea, and anointing myself with a special oil. Devotion looks like this sometimes. Presence is sometimes… Read more