I hear the wind howling fiercely, banging up against the old hut. It is an interesting place made of sticks and various types of logs. They had made a mud paste and shoved bark, moss and grass in between each piece of wood. The hut is fairly large - a huge, round room. There is a fire in the center with the smoke spiraling out through the top.
Many herbs hang from the ceiling.
On one side are beautiful tapestries, four of them, one for each of the four seasons. They hang on the side of the hut where we are standing. A beautiful rug is on the floor. It looks like it was made from all different colored socks and it has beautiful buttons tied on it. I drop my head and sing a Prayer.