A love letter to my ritual room

My ritual room is adorned with crystals I don’t know the name of

and rocks I’ve collected from mountains around the world

But I try not to do that anymore

give in to the desire to possess what does not belong to me

My ritual room is protected by symbols and incense of many cultures

some my own—a yes and kind of spirituality

A Quran, esphand, cheshm nazar

Buddha, Ganesh, and lucky cat

sage and sandalwood

prayer beads and palo santo

and a Tibetan prayer wheel gifted to me after MRI results said yes and

It also holds my grandmother's Persian rug

and my mother's slouching woven and leather bag

that carries my life through my own words

and the words of loves both past and present

And of course my collection of books

portals to entire Universes that live in the hearts of minds of others

If you want to know me, you'll find me in my ritual room.