And the voice of the Priestess or Priest within is saying, build the altar again. No matter what your religious persuasion, you probably remember or were told of a time in the past when altars were a part of every home, when guests were honored as gods, and saints and angels or leprechauns and fairies were expected to drop by. The woman of the house kept the prayers and petitions, arranged the healings and celebrations, presided at birth and at death, all with the respect she deserved for keeping the peace and showing the way to the Light. Powerful forces have tried to undermine women's relationship to Spirit and Nature, but the burnings did not stop us, nor will the nuclear age. Society suffers if home is not kept.
Illness breaks out.
Addiction and abuse become rampant. People at every level feel isolated and homeless. Seeing this, we rise again, to take up the tending of the hearth. Secretaries and steamfitters, stewardesses and stateswomen are making sacred the temple of home. Without caretaking this sacred place, the heart of our life stops beating.