Blessed Be The Butt

We live in a 70 year old cottage.. there is old and there is 'Just Old' we full into the latter..Once upon a time it used to be an old shop with the living quarters at the back, the shop front is now a huge storage unit and very cluttered with the owners things.. very hard at times to keep the energy nice with that clutter attached to your living area however.I digress though. This wee cottage is small... wee small..very small. Two bedrooms, with the lounge, dining and kitchen area all in one room, the kitchen is closed off by a half wall, so when your creating in the kitchen you can still be part of the family in the other area. We took it sight unseen as we had no desire to live on the Navy Base, and we were and are very Blessed to have been offered it..
However, due to it's smallness finding an area to set up my Sacred space and working Altar was a bit of a challenge, our bedroom was not practical, the little room we use as a computer room wasn't either, so with a little rearranging I commandeered an area beside the hearth, it felt perfect.. I can sit before my Altar feeling the warmth of the fire, and look out the window and watch the clouds, I can see the wind running her fingers through the leaves of the huge gum trees, watch the birds. Myvanwy (my beautiful ceramic witch)and the dragon sit perfectly under the window and my besom sits snugly between Altar and hearth.. everyone knows it is not somewhere you put your coffee mug, you don't mess with the broom, or fiddle with anything you find on the Altar top, it is a respected place .. There is a good 6 feet from "our" chairs and this little area.. so now the scene is set..
Have there ever been times in your life when you have watched a scenario unfold in what seems to be slow motion? Well I have had a few and last night was one of those times.. It had been a busy sort of day, we had gone to a huge hardware place and Sarah bought a cute little outdoor table and chairs for her balcony, I had potted up some house plants for Sarah to take home, during the week I pre pack and freeze a few meals for her to take home 'Mums Red Cross parcels' she calls them, so they needed to be put in a cooler bag for the trip, so once this was all done we packed up the car and drove her back to the city, it is about a 3 hour round trip depending on traffic, and after the AFL final on Saturday afternoon, most of the fans where driving home on the Sunday afternoon.. my man was getting a little frazzled on the journey home and it rubbed off.. so when we got home, I decided to have a glass of wine and him a beer.. and just sit for awhile and unwind.. 30 minutes later I went off to the kitchen to my pots and pans.. Now, mind I did say a glass.. one, uno, singular.. 4.5% alcohol.. not much! So what transpired next was certainly not expected.. I watched dumb struck, as my well read, smart, intelligent, handsome, loving and usually co ordinated man tripped over his shadow and half toppled the 6 feet from his chair into my Sacred space, tried to stop himself falling completely, put out his arm got tangled up in my Besoms bristles, at this point I wanted to close my eyes as I envisioned him getting swept out the closed window on the broom.. there was a crash and tinkling as my chalice hit Myvanwy on the head and broke, next thing there is my beloved sitting in the middle of my Altar looking very sheepish!
I was speechless, I scrapped by jaw up of the kitchen floor and went over to him, once having ascertained he was in fact alright, the first thing out of my mouth was " what on earth are you doing" at this point one would find it hard to believe I was in fact an empath.. I picked up my broken, un-fixable chalice and put it on the kitchen bench, and not a lot more was said.. I was still speechless and couldn't absorb the pantomime that had just unfolded..
My Dh had apologised a hundred times and said he felt a little stupid.. In the middle of dinner, a wave of mirth bubbled up as I played the scenario through my head again, I looked at him across the table and said.." You know it is a media myth that Witches sacrifice men on their Altars" I laughed till tears where streaming down my face as he smiled that smile that always melts my heart and said.. " I know, but Blessed Be the Butt"