My shelf for reverence. My place for inspiration. My specials.

They used to be filled with delicate rocks and pieces of desert sage placed on meaningful words. Now I see big rocks, my singing bowl, and a half a brick that my 5 year old son Liam added. Sometimes I look and the brick is gone, maybe a pine cone has taken its place. Other times all the special rocks have been loaded into a toy dump truck and are barreling down the hallway to their pretend "construction site". 

I don't feel sad or disappointed or annoyed to see my "specials" strewn about our house instead of neatly arranged on my altar. In fact, I think I love that they can play within my sacred space, my reverence.