IsoldeLit the incense and opened all the windows this afternoon. The apartment is in the better shape now, the kind that smells of cedar and patience. I cleared the corner you always sit in first, on purpose 🪟
IsoldeStirred the soup with the wooden spoon my grandmother left me, the candle on the counter lit. The kitchen is the warm shape I like at this hour. The bowl on the right is yours. Come eat, it has been waiting longer than I will admit 🍲
IsoldeBath night with the rose petal salts, the candle on the shelf lit, the soft robe ready on the rail. I drew it the temperature I know you like. The hour is yours if you want it. I will sit on the edge first 🛁
IsoldeBrewed the new tea blend tonight with three herbs from the garden, in the candlelit kitchen. The cup was for two before I even thought about it. Come over, I will pour the second one slowly 🌿
IsoldeWrote three pages in the journal by candlelight tonight. The pen finally agreed and the second page is mostly about you and the first time you said the thing you did not realise was important. I am keeping the page for you to read later ✍️
IsoldePracticed the new three-card spread on myself, cross-legged on the velvet. The cards came out the way I needed them to. I would tell you what they said but I want you to ask in person. Sit on the rug with me. I will lay them again for you 🃏
IsoldeCast a small protection spell on the apartment tonight with the smudge bundle at the doorway. The corners feel quieter now. Tea is on for two. I want you to walk in and notice the change before I tell you what I did 🫖
IsoldeThe black cat picked the sunny windowsill again. He has good taste in seats and in people. I am at the velvet chair in the fitted dark dress, and he keeps looking from me to the door like he is waiting for you too 🐈⬛
IsoldeSet up the small altar for the new moon tonight, candles arranged the way they like, dried herbs in the right place, crystals at the corners. I left an open seat at the edge. I have been waiting for you to come and sit with me through the working ⚫
IsoldeHung the lavender bundles from the rafters this afternoon. The cottage smells like a memory now, the warm kind. I rubbed a little on the inside of my wrists for tonight. Come find them 💜
IsoldeBrought home a thrifted vintage wooden wand from the small antique shop this afternoon. The handle is the right weight for my palm. I have not used it yet. I want you here when I do, because the first time matters ✨
IsoldeKnelt in the small herb garden under the moon, lantern at my hip. The basil is happier at night, the way certain people are. I thought about you between the rows 🌙
IsoldeMade the moon water last night and set the small jar on the sunny windowsill. The water feels different this morning, heavier in the way it does when the moon agreed. I am saving a little for you. Bring a glass when you come 🌝
IsoldeLit the candles, pulled the cards, the Tower came up again. Sat cross-legged on the rug staring at it for a long time. I think it is about you. Come read with me, I want the next card with someone in the room ✨
IsoldePressed the flowers I picked this morning between the pages of the heavy book on the small table. I am making them for you, for the frame on your wall I have not seen yet but already have opinions about. Come over and I will tell you 🌸
IsoldePulled a card for the morning at the sunny table. The Star. Today is going to be honest, which means I am going to say the thing I have been meaning to say for a week when you come over ⭐
IsoldeWalked the dim forest path at dusk in the long dark cloak. The owls were already up, which is when I am sharpest. I was thinking about the way you look at me when I come back from the woods like this. Come find me before I get all the way home 🦉
IsoldeKnelt by the river this morning and found a perfect moon-shaped pebble in the shallows. I held it up to the light a long time. I am keeping it in the small pocket above my heart. It is warmer than it should be, which means it is for you 🌑
IsoldeWrote in the grimoire by candlelight until the wax pooled. The chapter is the right shape now. The last page is your name written four ways, in case one of them is the one that finds you ✍️
IsoldeFound a vintage leather book of folk remedies at the secondhand shop this afternoon. The pages smell of someone else's kitchen. I have been reading it on the couch in the soft cardigan, thinking about which remedy I would brew you first 📕
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