Yes, I have an Altar and Here is What's on it
I don’t get into it here on the blog, but I really love that new age is becoming trendy right now. I grew up with a wild aunt who was always reading her tarot cards, aromatherapy and ways of philosophically questioning all of our decisions as children to try to mold and shape our own opinions and thoughts. I got pretty heavy with that last one, but I think all of my cousins and I can remember her asking us while learning to read “now did you read the last paragraph or did you read the last paragraph?” I think she is probably a huge reason why so many of us in our family are compulsive readers and use the word “energy” probably way too much.
Even though I can’t tell you what crystal is the best for your headache (because I am skeptical if such a stone exists) and my understanding of tarot symbolism is minimal at best, certain things from my aunt did stick. As I write this I have my aromatherapy diffuser going, and candles are lit for the perfect mood, and I am surrounded by comforts that bring me peace, like my living room altar. I never set up an altar to anything specific, or at least have never done that in the past. They always just sort of arrange themselves and when they're done I usually start making a new one but my living room altar, which sits right in the middle of my coffee table, is my favorite.
It is like a little shrine of happiness! It has all these little tchotchkes that each have a special meaning and brings a smile to my face, and most have been collected on a simple budget. So all in all, a pretty succinct reflection of me as a person.
It’s actually pretty simple. I keep some of my favorite books piled up next to a vintage Washington state metal tray I found at the thrift store for a dollar. From there I like to keep fresh flowers in a fun vase. On top of my favorite book stack is my favorite candle. All of the little tchotchkes on the tray have a personal and sweet meaning to them. The crystals are actually all gifts from friends and family. The acorn is from the Christmas care package my mom sent me when I was putting together my first Christmas tree. The 3D diamond was the last craft project my dad and I did together (we fought over who got to do the soldering.) The little skull, which most people assume is some occult related piece but its actually an inside joke between my parents and me. Other than that, it is filled with small candles and other goodies that smell divine to flush it out like the sage smudging stick and, of course, coasters because I wasn’t raised in a barn people. A family that threw raging winter solstice parties yes, but not a barn.