Posted it in the wrong spot at first.
I find it interesting that by my instincts (as is the theme this week clearly) even as a small child I had fairly elaborate rituals and thought put into sacred objects.
The first things I regarded as absolutely sacred were:
Rocks. THey had to have a particular feel, a particular weight or be very unusual to me. Suffice to say I had a big rock collection and had special rocks tucked away because they felt and seemed special or made me feel good holding them.
Leaves, plants, herbs, flowers. I learned by trial and error what things I could keep. What things I was allergic to. Things I wasn’t allergic to I remember playing Medicine Woman by myself and using stone against stone to make pretend poultices for everything from the pretend psychic maladies my friends had when we played certain horror flavored games, to me trying to replicate things I’d read in books about local tribes. It seemed to be really important to me a child.
And before anyone says a peep about appropriation I will again remind you I was a child. I also had no access to my own culture I didn’t know if I had a culture so this is where I started out.
I remember writing down what I felt were sacred recipes. Sacred ideas and i never let anyone see them.
It still gives me a chuckle to think about my sooper seekrit witchy practices as a kid.
When I got older I gave Christianity another try mainly out of peer pressure.
I think I will talk about that some other time.
For now I’m going to try to remember to take some pictures of my little sacred things and I may or may not give explanations.
Some habits die hard.