With all the fancy altar tools out there. And all the beautiful altars I see other
pagans creating, I've fallen into a thought process that says unless I've made
an altar, I can't "properly" celebrate a holy day.
What fucking rubbish!
When the hell did this thought become so entrenched? Well, it is the fuck out here, lemme tell
you.
Tonight is the Full Hunter's Moon. And life has been one hell of a whirlwind of
activity, especially for a recluse such as myself. So I haven't had the time/energy/desire to
make an altar for this full moon, and I was moping around a bit, trying to
figure out when I could get that accomplished BEFORE the full moon was gone --
I technically have until the 28th until the full moon is over.
But as I was walking Holly, I just couldn't help but be
utterly mesmerized by the singular beauty that is a full moon on a very
slightly overcast evening.
So, as Holly sniffed around as dogs are wont to do, I simply
prayed sincerely, from my heart, what it is I am hunting for.
I am hunting for a new home.
One that I can feel safe in. One
that is better suited for my aging canine companion. One that is better suited to my husband. One that fits us financially and gives us our
safe place to retreat from the world at the end of each day.
So in the end, I don't need all the fancy trappings. I just need a sincere heart. The tools are fun and can aid in getting one
into the correct mind space. But
ultimately, if the Witch isn't doing the Work....it isn't going to work!
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