a petrified pinecone.
yes, really.
to see this pinecone
is to see an altar.
a special space
that’s nestled inside layers
of fierce protection
from the outside world.
a space filled
with layers
and lightning
and shifts
and color
and sparkle
and spaciousness
and i think yes,
that’s what an altar is.
a place –
even a place
in the center
of the usual daily hubub –
where we can go
to mark a space for ourselves,
where we can define
(perhaps to ourselves)
what’s most important
right here, right now,
where we can lay claim to
our most sumptuous selves.
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Layer, lightning, shifts, color, sparkle, spaciousness: yes, an altar. What a beautiful post, Jeanne. Thank you.
thank YOU, sugar.
Agree in every way. Think this may be what I meant in my last post about the man raking dirt.
i’ve been traveling so i haven’t made my blog rounds, but i’ll get by there and have a read first of next week. gives me something to look forward to!
gorgeous. 😀
thank you, sugar. i see altars everywhere, and i’m ready to start constructing them again. but still couldn’t pass this one by.
Gosh, it’s so like the inside of a pomegranate, isn’t it? Which makes me think of Demeter and Persephone. Which leads me to the power of the Maiden, Mother, Crone Trilogy. So much reverence in your Altar item. Thank you …
i’ve been thinking a lot lately about maiden/mother/crone. perhaps it’s because spring is upon us – the seasons of life and the seasons of life. or is it the seasons of living and the seasons of life? eh, you know what i mean. pondering here . . .
Fascinating and beautiful!
thank you, sugar. earth art always fascinates me, intrigues me, captivates me, stuns me.
sumptuous~
oh yeah…
i was just thinking about you, sugar. clicking you a little digital note to fashion into an airplane and whoosh in your direction . . .
such an altar… i’ve come to see that you are an altar, Jeanne, for so many of us. love.
well that is the most affirming thing anybody has ever said to me, jewels. thank you. thank you for these words and so very much more.
Love! I wonder what mine would look like, frozen in stone like this.Â