Wise Woman Magik

Ellie held watch from the corner chair. Shadows from a flickering candle on her altar danced up the wall in front of her. Incense smoke clouded the room while Alice Coltrane flowed from the speakers mounted high above her head. There was a heaviness in the space that needed to be cleared. She being a wise woman looked for messages in the shadows and in the trails of smoke knowing that they told a story. “Who are you?” she called to the darkness.  “Show yourself!”