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Altars: Everywoman's sacred place

Beautiful Necessity, The Art and Meaning of Women's Altars by Kay Turner (Thames and Hudson, 1999

Reviewed by Stephanie Hiller  

 
Heartfire (1986) altar art by Rose W. Frances
Heartfire (1986)
by Rose Wognum Frances

This is a most appropriate time to consider women's long-lived tradition of keeping altars at home. We live in an age of instantaneous global communication. Ours is an age of marvels, an age in which computers have made possible the fullest integration of image, word, and sound that the world has yet known. Yet the computer's claim on the future is foretold by something from the past. Long ago, the domestic altar provided the site where binary thinking -- the difference and the connection between Self and Other (the 0/1 of human consciousness) -- was first conceived. . . One form has very deep historical roots in the sacred; the other is secular and hardly has a history at all. But they begin to overlap. Evelyn Hall Greiner calls her altar a point of connection with all other altars, "like the Internet. The Internet of the soul." (161)

 

Today many women are building altars for ritual celebrations, but Kay Turner's book reminds us that women have kept altars in their homes for ages. The intimacy of this very personal form of devotion is characteristically and profoundly female.

Even in my atheistic upbringing, the altar played a dramatic role. When I was a small girl growing up in an apartment in New York City, I used to spend time with a neighbor who lived across the hall, a single women (a spinster!) named Helen O'Brien. A Catholic, she must have felt it was her sacred duty to introduce me, a Jewish child with no religion, to the true faith. She created an altar for me on a shelf in the closet, where I spent happy hours touching and looking at the holy images.

Looking back, I recall no attachment to the particulars of Helen's faith; I simply enjoyed the specialness of this exotic -- and secret! -- form of play. But when my mother found out -- I don't remember how -- she was understandably upset, and my altar was destroyed. Many years later I identified readily with the women of ancient Palestine who saw their own altars repeatedly demolished by the gestapo of the New Religion…

An altar is a very private special place, where the soul feels safe to peek out through eyes usually focussed on the mundane. It is a little theater where the sacred is personfied in its most human forms and the story of one's life is played out by willing hands. One's favorite saints and one's favorite people -- relatives, friends, and the beloved ancestors -- all reside together there, graced with love and beauty, the cherished fragments of our mortal lives rearranged by our will within the shelter of the altar's protective frame, sanctioned by the deity. Now the wounded daughter, the deceased parent, the baby not yet born may interact with one another according to our deepest prayers and wishes for their healing, protected in the womb of the sacred.

Kay Turner has given us a perceptive and lovely book about the ways that altars enrich women's lives. Whatever their religious orientation, whether Catholic, wiccan, Native American or Indian, altars are ways to nurture a relationship with the divine, a way to cast our problems into the arms of the eternal beloved -- usually maternal -- offer up our prayers to Her. Often the altar is passed down the maternal lineage. "Personal relationship with divine beings is a gift from grandmothers and mothers to their daughters." (30) Soleda "Chole" Pescina, an elderly Catholic Mexican American, rarely went to church because "we are our own priests at home" (28). She learned a female-based folk Catholicism from her grandmother in Mexico.

Altars are power centers, places where we worship undisturbed and uncensored by either external authority (the male priest) or community pressure (the congregation). "The altar's construction induces a kind of ready, vibrating energy," (96) according to the geometric designs with which they are executed. Power objects like crystals, feathers and ritual tools help focus our spiritual intentions.

"If, as artist Carolyn Oberst suggests, 'Women understand…image veneration in a visceral way,' this is true in part because the physical labors and entailments of pregnancy, birth, breast-feeding and child-rearing can be shared with a Divine Mother whose visible, familiar body in image form is a source of desirable identification. In this way, reproductive processes are assisted; moreover, by extension, a woman's body -- her life lived in the body -- is validated; her capacity to regenerate human life is made sacred." (118)

Making offerings is a way of sustaining the vitality of the altar, of giving something tangible back to the deity as a sign of devotion. "One brings what one has, a symbol, no matter how humble, of what one wants to give." (35)

Words of power are also associated with altar making." Through the use of language, the self-created altar becomes a vehicle for self-creation, an instrument of shaping consciousness, and for fulfilling needs and desires." Altar languages combine praise and supplication -- the language of giving -- with prayers, songs, chants which Turner calls the language of receiving. Some women "tell Her everything." "Self-disclosure grounds the believer's ability to be fully present as herself with her close deities, to ask from them what is needed and receive whatever is granted." (143)

Reading this book makes me want to spend much more time with my own altars (which spontaneously spring up on window-sills, dresser tops and the mantelpiece but receive, alas, little attention. My electronic altar commands by far too much of my time! But abstract words are not the same as the rocks and feathers we pick up in the passage of our lives, things which can be arranged and touched... Turner has collected dozens of illustrations to display the inspired variety and colors of the many diverse and personal altars she had the pleasure of visiting all across the country. In that way, Beautiful Necessity is an altarpiece in its own right. I heartily recommend it to women who love art as a way of embodying their own sacred spirits.

 


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