There’s very little on my “altar,” if you can call it that, or even in my sacred space. This is the top of a bookshelf in a window. There’s a Green Man statuary hanging on the wall on the other side of the room.
The plant is an orchid gifted by a friend. My dear kitty friend has twice now decided it needed un-potting, or perhaps that it was unhappy sitting in our main room, so this week I repotted it again (third time’s a charm?) and gave it some love in hopes that maybe it will bloom again before we move and I give it away (transoceanic journeys are not for most plants).
The bowl is a hand carved thing I picked up at a arts festival in Floyd, VA, with a friend about 4 years ago. I use it for anything and everything regarding energy work. Plants, incense, crystals.
The crystals in the bowl are literally all the ones I own, with the exception of the tumbled amethyst I wear around my neck. This includes the pieces of a couple that I’ve broken. I suppose I should take that as a sign that they’ve finished their work with me, but I was devastated when these particular ones broke, I kept the largest pieces. I’ve since taken them out of the bowl, but they’re sitting next to the orchid still.
The framed quote is from Dr. Mikao Usui, the founder of the Reiki movement. I’ve had this out in my book room ever since I received my Reiki level I and II attunements, but I haven’t practiced much in the last 3 years. I really want to get back into it, both meditating and using it for myself and sharing it with others.