HOLDING ME
My small altar sits at the end of the credenza.
The wall-mounted television just above.
Furniture directed toward the TV, worshiping, God-like.
On the altar, a blue heart with the word “Hope.”
A “Live With Intention” small angel stands straight.
A prayer beaded necklace woven around a “Gratitude” heart.
An angel shaped dish filled with inspirational painted stones.
A favorite picture of my parents the frame’s corner draped with a “Love” heart.
A small slip of paper with my current wish one it for Sophia.
All a starting place for my ritual.
All touchstones of real times.
Hoped for times.
Imagined times.
The fullness of my life.
In single pieces.
Intentions leading to actions.
Sometimes a resting spot for heavy things.
Sometimes for things desiring remembrance.
Sometimes an appreciation of the beauty of it all.
Where I have been.
Where I am.
Where I want to go.
My dreams, my loves. my hopes, my wishes.
Tangible, sacred, alive.
Together in harmony.
Holding me.
