I love the little nature offerings that they shove into my hands.  It's the same motion they use when handing me something yucky on their plate.  It's a total confidence that whatever they're handing me, I'll accept it.  Even though I don't, actually, accept the yucky stuff, or receive every offering with presence & grace.  I can't even imagine how many offerings I've missed or didn't notice or brushed off.  But they keep handing me things, considering me, using me, sourcing me.  It's like their confidence in me is from some deep wellspring I'm not tuned into.  I look at little alters like this, alters made to themselves.  And I see it pointing to something familiar, something lost to the grownup me.  I think, maybe, that it's unconditional love.  For themselves.