One of the walls of my office is exposed brick, and there are lots of little places where the brick has crumbled and is missing--if this was a prison, it would be fairly easy to break out, I think. You wouldn't even need much of an implement, maybe just a spoon . . .

Anyway, the little spaces in the bricks intrigued me, and they made me think that they needed things in them; they reminded me of little shrine spaces.

I went home and looked around for things. I have lots of smooth stones, mostly ones Bob has given me over the years, some painted with symbols, and some plain. I have a few carved stone pieces, also mostly things he's given me. And I had a little terra cotta goddess figure that I bought the last time we were in Sarasota that I decided would be perfect.

The base of the figure is a well intended for essential oils, but I've never really used it for that. I just liked the look of it.

So I took it to work and put it into a space in the wall right behind my desk.

A day or so later, Cello came into my office for something, and as he left said, "I like your grotto." I didn't realize what he meant until he left, and then I realized it was a grotto.

I just kind of like having her in the wall behind me.