Sviata Vechera, 2010, by Ms. Graveyard Dirt
The Sviata Vechera altar on my kitchen window ledge seems a little naked because it should’ve had some evergreen filling up the empty spaces. We were hit with two fucking monumental blizzards in early and mid-December, so the insane amount of effing snow kept us from being able to clip fresh foliage to bring indoors for Midwinter decoration. (We did eventually manage to bring greenery into the house, but that wasn’t until New Year’s Eve when I built a 2010 altar on top of the threadbare Sviata Vechera altar.)
The long, tapered golden candle in the middle of the ledge was the one that Italics carefully carried throughout the house to bring Light back indoors. It doubled as an invitational beacon for the Wandering Traveler (both living and dead, mortal and divine) to show that we practice(d) the old ways, and that anyone without a home or meal that night was welcome to join us for food, warmth and companionship. (I’m amazingly bad for feeding strays. Even the unsavory sort that isn’t welcomed into this house still get a plate and lit candle placed outside on the patio step. <- Sometimes all it takes is a single act of kindness, y’know?)
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