Your altar?
She kept an altar for you?
.. or are you talking about your own personal alter to yourself?
More the latter. Really, just a collection of odd junk,
some of it ceremonial. But, at some point or another,
she accused it of being my altar. I guess she was right.
I have a tiny version on my window ledge now - Some
crystals, beads that I found, a ring, my watch (broken,
but still of mystical significance to me), a couple of greeting
cards with birds, a branch with some odd seeds, a butterfly
thing off a piece of jewelry, a wand, and a LOT of feathers (mainly
cardinal - I'd never found a cardinal feather, so my dad sent
me a bunch of them, when he found a recently deceased
bird).
Pretty much a pile of junk that I find, and think is interesting.
Along with all the dust that it can collect. It used to be a
pretty big collection though - some mine, some hers. Skeletons
of stuff we'd find, a bunch of brass hindi stuff from a friend who
died, odd bits of glass, some car parts - just anything that seemed
neat.
