This is the altar of the region I live in – out in bum fuck nowhere. Yes, they are keenly connected to metalwork, machinery, and tools (kinda runs rampant in our house) but they are also healers, farmers, ranchers, and very domestic. Their names are private, please understand that.
Yep, our tiny home is on the poverty line. TOLD ya I’m poor! But, I’m trying. I
don’t have any bull horns to put on there yet, but maybe a rancher would be willing to give me one when he de-horns his cattle; I don’t know yet.
They are very much local deities, and if I get to move they will not be accompanying me. I don’t think they’re lesser than Arta or my other Gods, just tied in to this area, and the activities therein. It’s just different. It is definitely a work in progress, and I thank Dver again for giving that inspiration.
This little altar as helped me understand the farmers and ranchers, who otherwise would still be the ‘oranges,’ to my ‘apples,’ so to speak. It’s akin to a fox approaching a chicken coup, it’s foreign and well – it might go well (dinner) or the fox might end up being a stole for the farmer’s wife.
My life, practice, and work has nothing to do with them – and since some are asking for assistance on a spiritual level – I am thankful these two stepped up and showed me a thing or two. Otherwise, I’d be up shit-creek with no paddle in a leaky boat.
Everything on it is local – the goat horns are from a neighbor’s stock, the incense burner from a local elm tree, the tiny anvil is an old jeweler’s anvil I received as a gift from a former, now late, neighbor. The candle holder is what I welded for these two, the spittoon is from a local antique store, etc.
So there you have it.