lyra’s accidental book shelf altar

I found this little altar on the fourth row of a tall bookshelf behind an old red ┬áchair, it seems to be eye level to a toddler. Honestly, what could be better to worship than your sister’s glitter nail polish when you are 2? (well, almost 3)

This is the beauty of tiny altars, they can be tucked away anywhere, holding big truths, the things we hold dear, the places we want to be, treasures from moments past and sometimes reminders keeping us from the edge.

Now more than ever it feels like a time to gather and make a place for the most divine and invite all I need to bless my heart, my family, my loves…to make space for the things that matter, no matter how small.