An altar is a place you go to reclaim your woman’s intuition. This place says to the busy, rational mind, “Quiet down—let the deeper, wiser woman within you speak!” Over time your view of yourself and your place in the world shifts. The altar becomes a sacred space because you place symbols of your true self on it. As you sit before the altar, these symbols act as mirrors reflecting your deeper self. You see yourself differently while looking in the mirror, and, in time, you find the courage to be this authentic self more frequently in the world. The peace you’ve invested in your altar now radiates back to you.
~ Denise Geddes, A Book of Women’s Altars
Stay is my word for 2012, and my theme for 2012 is surprise. Wanna’ know a secret? These words actually landed on 10/25/11, according to my journal, and though surprise tickled me from the get-go, it’s taken me a while to warm to stay, my resistance waning only as I sit with it (which is another way of saying “stay”) and remember all the various interests and ideas I’ve had that I’ve just left laying by the side of the road. There are so many things I’ve wanted to do, things I’ve longed to investigate, things I’ve wanted to at least try, I can’t help but wonder how my life might be differently now had I silenced those nay-saying Committee of Jeanne members advocating abandonment and moved forward, following the interest, the hobby, the question, the idea without regard to return on investment and such. Can you imagine how many languages I might speak besides English and Southern had I practiced for 30 minutes a day on a regular basis? How many books I might’ve written had I made it my job and showed up to work every day? You get the idea. I get the idea. So what if nobody hailed me and hung onto my every word? So what if hoards of people didn’t enthusiastically throw flower petals at me to share their unending excitement at the mere hint of my proposed adventure?
For those reasons and more, I left one quest after another untended.
But no more.
With that in mind (and because it won’t leave me alone), I’m launching the 365 Altars project for 2012. Just typing the “365″ part has me shivering a bit with the commitment of it all. Life has a way of throwing down fistfuls of tacks in my road . . . and I have a way of bringing the car to a screeching halt. There will be speedbumps, of course – some unavoidable, but I will not use that as an excuse to not do this. Not this time.
Every day – every single day – I will stop, drop, and honor my deepest sumptuous self in one way or another. Every single day, I will commit one single creative act – maybe more.
I’d love to have you join me as and if and when you will.
There are a thousand ways our essential nature can be expressed in the world. ~ Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Altars can be something as simple as sharing a photo of something that gives you pause. Or arranging flowers. Or writing a blog post or creating a mixed media collage when words won’t come. Altars can be dancing to music we adore, stitching cloth or paper, painting, baking. Altars are simply ways we honor our deepest sumptuous selves by bringing our inner self into the outside world.
When I think of all the marvelousness we will bring to our lives and to the world when we give our sumptuous, creative, wise, playful selves that extra beat of attention on a regular and consistent basis, I can’t stop the gleeful squeeeeee from bubbling out. In his poem Feast of Epiphany, Kenneth Rexroth says “Let us celebrate the daily/Recurrent nativity of love,/The endless epiphany of our fluent selves.”
Join me as, if, and when you will in enjoying a year of endless surprise – a year of the endless epiphanies of our fluent selves – as we honor our deepest sumptuous selves. How will we gather? Oh, let me try to count the ways . . .
There’s:
a facebook page
a flickr group.
You can use the hashtag #365Altars on twitter
and #365Altars on delicious.
I’ve also created a 365 Altars pinterest board where we can inspire and dazzle and be proud to know each other.
There’s even the 365 Altars Dinaglingy (also known as a newsletter in more uncivilized parts of the world) for those artsy, chortling hearts interested in book talk, creative prompts, and, in keeping with my allegiance to “surprise,” a host of other things I may or may not have hatched yet.
There’s 365 Altar bling, and there’ll be more to choose from as we go along cause if I ask and you say Yes, I’ll make your image bling so we can change our bling as often as we change our shoes. Or lipstick. Or, for some of you, pocketbook.
Oh, good gracious, how could I forget to tell you that if you’ll click on the 365 Altars page here in my little e-nest, you can toss your welcome mat out by adding a link to your blog in the linky thingy so we can all drop by and say “Hey, I LOVE what you’ve done with the place” or something like that (no pizza required.) cause that’s the second what-it’s-all-about, right? Supporting and cheering each other on.
So that’s about it (at least for now) my fellow Surpriseateers. I’ve packed my shoebox with all kinds of creative supplies, and I’m raring to go. How ’bout you?
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