A shrine by its very nature grows one offering at a time. This shine is perhaps best dedicated to the joy of collecting itself. We feel a true sentience and spirit in many (so called) inanimate objects. Finding objects and giving them a new life is a task that we relish. We would ask you, friends, to open a box of heirlooms and visit a local thrift store. You might find something that touches your heart. Let us know what you find...
Teller of the tale lives beneath the ice
Shadow of the haunter creeps within our sight
As we lay sleeping …horror
(“The Face of Oblivion” by High on Fire)