I am getting the nudge to create two new altars.
One of them is going to be for various things that I am doing regarding ancestors, and perhaps other aspects of death-work, so I ordered a lovely ritual cord from Beth at Fiberwytch on Etsy.
It arrived in the mail the other day, and I cannot say enough how lovely it is.
(While I’m not usually one who is able to sense such things, I will admit that as soon as I held it in my hands, I could sense that this cord was definitely created with skill and powerful intent. The essential oils that she used creating it also seemed to strike me as… incredibly mentally stimulating. She does wonderful work.)
So I set to work on creating the altar space, and I went looking for some other helpful objects.
You see, I like to have at least one piece of artwork on each of my altars to serve as a focal point for myself, since I sometimes need something to look at in order to focus.
But I was having difficulty finding any artwork of Hela that I liked.
And then this morning, as it sometimes happens, I had a short but rather intense dream…about Hela.
As soon as I awoke this morning, I felt the urgent need to sketch Her myself:
I’m not certain if I really want to fully color it, though I wanted to remember the sharp yellow color of that eye, as I could not seem to bring myself to look away from it.
That seemed to be the focal point of Her face in the dream, unfortunately, and I felt as if I was being rude for staring.
The yellow isn’t well-conveyed here as I realized too late how muddied it would get in being smudged beside the charcoal pencil lines.