Beyond the inviting big door lies a paradise of sorts...
Upon entry one is greeted by the tranquility of their surroundings and the colours that beckon, luring you to explore further ...
There is a group of women seated at the tables in the back around the hearth.
Among them are widows, divorced, singles and others escaping from their husbands for the day...
But these women are special, they are connected by a common thread... a sharing of ideas, of wisdom and fellowship, exchanging tales of everyday life...
The generous shopkeeper has enhanced the coziness with the aroma of homemade soup warming on the stove in the wee kitchen at the rear...
Watching a sweet pixie friend with her systematic folding of fabric is hypnotic making one feel sedate...
The always smiling young helper is cutting fat quarters with precision and expertise ...
I am listening to the voice of the lass teaching the class which is full of information she is sharing with those that have come to learn...
This is a sanctuary, a place where I feel welcome and there is always a listening ear or a warm embrace ... not to mention a hot cup of tea and a treat for the sweet tooth too.
Wherever you find your sanctuary may it hold a special place in your heart...
