This is an example of something I haven't had time for. Ever since I moved back to El Paso, I haven't set up my altar. You can accuse me of not being pagan/Wiccan enough to not have this be a huge part of my life, but in all honesty, I'm not. Being close to the earth and having an altar is my right of meditation and none of your concern. I have my things I'm comfortable using... all boxed up in storage.
Hopefully, I escape from my parents' house soon and resume my contentment of my daily thankings to the earth... BB.
It doesn't matter the religion, your beliefs... Just be a good fucking person. Even when life is giving you shit, live for yourself and you'll be fine. Even I've been getting hate in some parts of my life, but you know what? I stick with what's real. The facts and the path those facts are paving.
My witchy side is begging I plant something this year... to grow with the earth.
The love of my life is a drummer who sets the beat of my heart to the rhythm of his soul.