Last week Jiji and I made her a paper altar quilt so she could start building a personal altar in her room. It made me realize that my house is riddled with altars and shrines. This, in my opinion, is a very good thing. We have the public, family altar which is just inside the front door and kept plain. We decorate it and choose tools for each particular ritual, festival, or spell.
On the other side of the door is the Ganesha shrine.
And across the living room is the hutch, which holds a few different shrines, as well as most of our magickal tools which live on the bottom shelf.
My Reiki grid on the middle shelf.
with my focus candle in front
and my Faery shrine at the top. My Faery guide, Miss P, says hello!
and on top the Lady, Lord, and the Green Faery watch over us.
In the kitchen I have a small household shrine, you will notice the chickens are represented. They are not just pampered, they are blessed.
and in my room, a Triple Goddess shrine that is actually three smaller shrines to each the Maiden, Mother, and Crone.
And the outdoor altar with a little offering stone under it.
and, of course, now we have Jiji's personal altar.
That is about 10 separate little sacred spaces in and around our house. Not to mention the ring of salt, stones, and wards that enclose our little property. I like this, and tend to be a 'shrine builder' because I like to look around and be reminded of my blessings. I like to think of my house and my life as blessed, and my house reflects that. This is what a Magickal life means to me. My faith, my Path is not reserved for Sabbats or festivals or full moons. I walk in Magick and blessings, with my family beside me, every minute of the day. I stir Reiki symbols into my cooking, bathe myself and my children.in positive energy with each shower and bath. We pray, we sing, we talk about the Lady and Lord, and to them. We bless the Quarters, and invite their Guardians in to play. We look for blessings to be grateful for and lose count. We have had our share of storms, our share of bad, but we walk through it, and we walk away from it. I look around my home and see the Divine, in both my altars and shrines and in their work in my life and family. My house could be empty and still I would feel this way, but I would rather stuff it full of treasures that make it look to others how it feels to me.