I see lady Hestia in the warmth of my bed, when im snuggled deep within the sheets and the coziest I’ve been all day
I see lady Hestia in the flames of my fireplace on a cold autumn or winter morning, where im curled up to her with a book and a cup of tea
I see lady Hestia in the birds in the little wooden birdhouse I hang in my backyard, as they carry home words to feed their babies with.
I see lady Hestia in my mother, as I sit next to her in the living room or at the dining room table and pour to her about my day as she listens as she always has
I see lady Hestia in the condensation of my bathroom mirror as i enjoy the comfort of a relaxing hot shower after a long day in the world.