I created my first altar when I was lost—when nothing made sense and I didn’t know how to carry what I was holding. It became my place to fall apart without needing to explain. A space where I could be seen without judgement. Where I could lay everything down and still feel worthy of love. When I couldn’t find answers, I found presence. When I didn’t feel like I belonged anywhere, I belonged there.

Now, you can choose the altar that meets you in your own season. The one that holds what’s heavy. The one that helps you come home.