Whether it be for a sweat lodge or my annual women’s gathering, I have invited people to share something on both pre-existing altars or ones created with the intention of honoring a specific moment, such as the equinox. One year, my whimmin friends and I ate and drank obliviously, almost burning down my house, while all our sweet wishes were smoldering through the planter in my living room. Of course, a man came to save the day. My husband came home, smelled smoke, quietly walked into the living room, picked up the… Read More