the altar returns…

October 10, 2007


It’s been awhile since an altar has been holding sacred space on a ledge somewhere in our little house. There were too many conflicting thoughts for the intention to be a presence. I was staring my doubts (or sometimes ignoring them completely) about my faith in the face and found myself feeling bewildered and kind of sad. It isn’t as if they haven’t been there for quite some time but it was the first time I actually considered giving up believing altogether. This would have been to give up on hope for me.

And while I could have never imagined that I would have embraced some of the ideas I have, I am beginning to find comfort in them. This gives way to the return of old rituals with a new twist. The spaces are wider and more open, this particular brand of the divine is full of beauty, grace and mystery.

Around this time, my kids decided it was indeed time for us to return to the parts of spirituality that bring us peace. I had no idea I had stopped all encouragement in the area of their own personal spiritual development. I guess it was on hold in my mind.

“Mom, you nevah play (pray) for us anymore. you gotta do that mom, okay?” jack said the other night before bed.

“Yeah mom, you have to pray about papa leaving on his trip, we need that mom.” josiah’s voice kind of wobbled.

It’s like the time you forgot to pack the snack, or came late to school- the riot act card is kept handy in their back pockets for such events. So I said a prayer, things were added mid-prayer and they went to sleep.

The next day we wandered the surrounding parks collecting nature’s goodness and dug candles out of old cardboard moving boxes . A tiny silk journal that I found at the thrift store holds our blessings and wishes. I’m not sure exactly how but acorn people with their little natural hats were the finishing touch.

We light the candles every few days and every time we end up singing happy birthday at least 4 times, as all candles mean birthday to Lucy.

I love altars, I love how they remind me of the things I care about or sometimes just want to care about. They hold promises, truth and hope all together. They can guard sadness and anger, they keep secrets and wild thoughts. The altar has returned…

p.s. thank you jen for introducing the beauty of altars to me…

3 Responses to “the altar returns…”

  1. Mercy Says:

    Patience, It’s me Mercy! I just want you to know that I understand and love you very much. I miss you guys here. I’m so glad the altar has returned… You are SO loved! Hope all is well with you. Say hi to Jorge for me… and hug your kids even though they don’t know me. (how sad.) Anyway, take good care of you and keep writing. Thank you for sharing your heart.

  2. Ann Says:

    You are so wonderful! Your altar is fantastic and I think I will now turn our Nature Table into an altar, or maybe it was all along …

    And btw, I’m reader number 4.

  3. kindnessgirl Says:

    oh mercy! it’s so good to see you around. i will never forget you signaling me to walk down the aisle to little women at my wedding. i so wish i could spend late nights with you getting ready for camps…my kids would love you mercy! i really hope our paths cross soon as you are forever in my heart!!!!

    ann- i hope i can see the magic that is rosie’s nature altar and the famous oven some day….hoping to tap the joy and wisdom that is ann too. peace….

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