An Altar

During my angel classes (I'll devote an entire post to that), we were to set up an altar. I did, but I put it in a room that I really don't go into much. I thought if I put it in there, then I would use that room. I had my mother's rocking chair next to the bureau I had the altar on. I like to sit in it, but that wasn't enough to draw me into the room. The room is cluttered, I tend to put things in there that I don't know what to do with, so it's not a great space for an altar. Today I decided to make one in the room I spend most of my time - my living room. I have a favorite chair in the corner, my books on angels, Reiki and whatever library books I've borrowed next to it. It's where I sit and give Reiki to myself and where I write in my journal. But my inner critic had always told me the living room isn't the place for it. Well, squash that thought, I just created one there anyway. It's right by my chair, on top of the little electric wood stove I bought to add heat and the look of a fire in the winter. I went out into my very overgrown and weedy yard and found 3 little Black-Eyed Susans and a few Queen Anne's Lace growing among the tall weeds and put them in a vase. I took a cute green glass sleeping cat votive holder I've had for ages and put a tea light in it and added a dish of coral and shells from a cruise trip and a few seagull feathers I'd found on a beach once. Then I lit the candle and put on a CD of soft nature music. Ahhhhh. Welcome Angels to my altar.