Karen has an interesting post about the altars at which she does not worship and provides a photo of the one that is central in her life. It got me thinking. Years ago I created an altar with items of personal significance. (On the right sits a fertility goddess that I made November 2006, a few weeks before I conceived Claire.) I used to light a candle and incense at this altar. Since moving to our most recent residence, it sits unused on top of a bookcase at the top of a staircase. It never gets used. And since Claire’s arrival, it wears a shawl of dust. Here is a photo of it (Husband’s face has been blurred out to respect his privacy):

After reading Karen’s post, I was inspired to share my real altar.

I pray at this altar, where I learn to be patient and humble and compassionate, where I have the privilege of caring for the best gift Life has entrusted to me.