Tuesday, March 30, 2010

The Wizardess' Altar for Hestia

Post Your Altar's first submission! From the Wizardess epi at the blog Go Out Beneath the Naked Night

Attached are pictures of my Hestia altar in my kitchen. This is the altar that I change often & pause at daily. When I cook, little pinches of everything get offered to Hestia. It may be a little plain for some, but it works for me & my Goddess!
Thanks, Wizardess! And I think the altar's far from plain. Just right, in my opinion. And definitely in the spirit of Rowan's article Altars Anywhere.


  1. What a lovely altar, and what a cool blog! Gonna add my altar asap.

  2. I love your alter. Hestia is a Goddess that has become very prominant in my life since moving into my home. I feel so grounded and secure with Hestia watching over me and my family.


  3. I really didn't think much about Hestia. I always felt she was more popular with women. But reading your comment has made me reconsider that. Both I and my wife are equally homebodies. And some of the things I'm most concerned about (and often lackadaisical about) is household safety, cleanliness, health, finances, food, and order. Also, concern for our two dogs and five cats. So maybe I do need to pay some respect to Hestia.

    And speaking of home safety, I's like to recount an anecdote here.

    Last winter I had made a prayer and offering to the masculine manifestation of the Sun via a buried apple core at the foot of a big pine tree in our back yard. Also, at the foot of this tree is a big fairy statue that we had been given as a wedding gift. I've also made many prayers and offerings to the spirits/denizens of our yard.

    This past summer our back yard was hit by what was either a serious micro-cell or an actual touch-and-go tornado. And it knocked down two large trees, including the pine tree beneath which I made the offering. Both trees were tossed back and forth by the winds, with their branches touching the ground at the end of either arc. The eventually did fall, but did so AWAY from the house, even though the house was lower than the trees. The roots had also been torn up along with the tree. And in the midst of the tree was the fairy statue---untouched. My wife never cared for the statue. But now she says we're never getting rid of it.