We created this space in our 1800's home specifically for the apothecary. It's not big, but it's full of creativity and soul filling virtue. I step in and slide the glass door behind me. I look up at the shelves above that extend to the ceiling on all sides filled with oils, herbs, books and glassware. I slide my hand over the cool marble counters. I put on my music and I disappear in here. Sometimes hours go by and I only notice by the natural light changing around me. In here, I'm nowhere else but present. In here, I'm greeted by no one, but me...my own experiences, my knowledge, my education and my own inspiration. Can spaces be our soulmates or better yet, can we simply, humbly be our own when given the space to notice ourselves?