Terah Van Dusen and Susan B.

Susan B.
Inspiration Piece

 

Altars Inside of Me
by Terah Van Dusen
Response Piece

 

There is an altar inside of my heart. It is as large as the Pacific ocean, as big as the universe. It will contain all that I could ever offer up to it. Everything but the negative, but the bullshit.

When I was a young girl my father taught me the in’s and out’s of the altar. He taught me this like any good parent would do, through example and not lecture. My father showed me that in our home, instead of a big screen t.v., or a t.v. of any size we would center ourselves around a small wooden shelf set a top a clean woven rug, the shelf neatly displaying framed photos of Lord Krishna and his wife; Radha, photos clipped from Back to Godhead magazine including one of of Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, the guru saint who brought eastern Hindu religion from the banks of the Ghanges to the eastern United States and then eventually westward to us  in California.

In addition to photos the altar held a dish of uncooked brown rice containing the stickends of incense, fat ends lit at the start of every daily worship, a deity of Ganesha, perhaps the most kid-friendly of the Gods, and offerings of warm milk, apples, or blossoms plucked from the native shrubs outside our cabin door. With these memories in mind, I build altars inside of my body.

There is an altar inside of my heart, an altar inside of my head, my face, there is an altar inside of the soles of my feet and inside of the parts that make me Woman. Upon these altars I place sea shells, I place moss and twigs and the burnt orange peels that my dad would place on top of the woodstove to produce a fragrance.

I build a Ganesha out of clay and place him squarely at the soles of my feet. I fashion angel wings out of raven and dove feathers and with them I create two angels and name them Constance, and Gladys. I outfit the Goddesses that guardian my altars and I dress them in saris, princess dresses, and kimonos…a blue gown for Yemaya, the goddess of the sea, coral and jade for Radha, Krishna’s wife, who reminds me to be more patient and selfless in love, red for Venus, the very goddess of love, and yellow for Mary, mother of Christ.

There is an altar inside of my heart. It is as large as the Pacific ocean, as big as the universe. It will contain all that I could ever offer up to it. When I was a young girl my father taught me the in’s and out’s of the altar and with these memories in mind, I build altars inside of my body. There an altar inside of my head, my face, there is an altar inside of the soles of my feet and inside of the parts that make me Woman. Upon these altars I place hope. I place self-love. I offer up my potential and surrender my sorrow. I build altars in my body and in my home. I build altars inside of my heart.

 

 

 

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