My Altar

I know that I said I was going to post about my personal history in regards to Paganism, but I wanted to make a quick post about the state of my altar.

My fiance and I recently moved into a new apartment. We’ve moved a lot this past year and we’re finally in a place where we plan to stay for at least another year. My continuous moving from place to place has made it somewhat difficult to feel spiritually connected to my intended sacred spaces. I had an altar set up in my parents’ home until I moved out and, through continued use, it had become a sanctuary. There was so much energy invested in that place that I felt content just to be there. Due to the shortness of the past moves, I never really developed a long-term relationship with a sacred place. The actual altar itself seems imbued with sacred energy but its surroundings feel off. I’m hoping that continued usage in my new home will give it the peaceful and yet powerful energy I had grown accustomed to.

I’ve been in my new home for just slightly under a week. My altar is in the spare room. My intent is to make that room the “temple” and the art studio. To me, art is entwined with my religious life. When I create something I feel the magic of it. It makes sense to put them together. Unfortunately the room is coming together much slower than the others. Sewing and painting have not been as essential to us as eating, sleeping, and relaxing after the move. As a result the floor has piles of stuff on it… It doesn’t feel much like a sanctuary at the moment. I need to put more of an effort into organizing that room and turning it into the temple I would like.

The altar is put together though. It was one of the first things I set up. I’ve done my daily devotional in front of it every night except for last night as I had a migraine.