Every Goddess has Her throne. A place where She likes to go and feels the most comfortable in. Mine is My bedroom.

My bedroom has black, white and gray tiles. It is all painted a crisp white. The walls, the ceiling and the woodwork. Adorning My windows (two that reach to the floor) are long red tab curtains. When the sun shines through the entire room is a beautiful shade of blood red. During the night it is pitch black. A shade that I so enjoy.

My walls are softly decorated with japanese symbols and pictures. Words of "Love", "Truth", "Goddess" and "Soul" hang above My bed. A king size bed with red satin sheets and a beautiful red comforter. It is a place where I do My meditation, My reading and My writing.

It is My place and very few are allowed to enter it.

~~When She entered the room, Her head reached to the top of the rooftops. The doorways shone with the brillance of all the heavens. The queen, filled with awe and fear, gave the Goddess a seat. She who brings the seasons, who gives the world so many gifts.
She hesitated, until a slave brought forth a fleece of silver and made a seat for the Goddess. She sat then, dear Goddess veiled and hidden. A long time She sat, not speaking, sorrowful; not smiling and silent with woe. Not eating nor drinking, but full of longing for her deep hearted slave, She was yet to find.~~