:: 2015 ::
I’m not sure when I created my first altar.
I feel like I’ve always had one.
Perhaps my first altar was the large mirror I had in elementary school covered in stickers.
It was a space I tended daily.
I intentionally placed items (stickers) upon this altar (mirror).
When it was time to get rid of the mirror, I was extremely upset & confused.
Many years later, I found myself in another chaotic life cycle.
One of my teachers had me inspect my altar.
Sure enough, I began to notice a pattern:
When my life is in an upheaval, so is my altar.
This past New Moon I observed my compassion toward self & beyond.
As I built my altar with this in mind, I found many items calling to be placed:
This & that.
Oh yes, this for sure.
& how about that?
I sat with this New Moon altar.
I took in the bounty of items.
Yet, the bounty did not feel as joyous as a bountiful harvest.
I recall thinking, “I can handle this.”
The following two weeks I felt overloaded.
My time full & fast.
In preparation for the Full Moon,
I looked at my altar & immediately knew,
almost with a laugh,
my altar is crammed full!
Is my altar representing the conditions of my life?
Are my helpers & guides trying to teach me something?
Did I create the conditions of my life by placing these items on my altar?
What I do know: the physical space my altar takes up grabs my attention.
I see it there.
I have the choice of whether I take the time to sit.
I have the choice to keep on walking.
As in my everyday life:
I can plow right on through
I can truly take the time to smell the roses.