02/25/2026
You are the altar.
Not the room.
Not the table.
Not the candles or the crystals or the flowers.
You.
Your body is sacred ground.
Your heart is the flame.
Your breath is the incense rising.
Your thoughts are the prayers whispered into the unseen.
You do not have to find divinity.
You are the place where it rests.
Just like an altar, you get to tend to yourself.
You can decorate yourself with devotion —
with kindness, with boundaries, with beauty, with rest.
You can remove what no longer honors you —
old stories, heavy expectations, roles that suffocate your spirit.
You can rearrange your inner space —
move forgiveness to the center,
place self-respect at the front,
light a candle of courage in the corners of your doubt.
An altar is not judged.
It is honored.
And so are you.
You are allowed to change your decor.
To update your beliefs.
To dust off resentment.
To clear away shame.
To add softness.
To add power.
To add truth.
You are a perfect place of divinity and worship — not because you are flawless, but because you are alive.
Every scar is sacred carving.
Every tear is holy water.
Every lesson is a sacred offering.
Treat yourself like sacred space.
Speak gently inside your own walls.
Protect your energy like a temple door.
Invite in only what reveres you.
You are not something to fix.
You are something to tend.
You are the altar.
And you get to choose what is placed upon you.
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