Altar to an unknown Goddess

The other day I found a little statuette of a skeleton in a pretty dress out by the dumpster at work. It looked like some kind of Dia de Los Muertos figurine, band aside from having an arm broken off looked very pretty.

I dusted it off and found a nice little hidden alcove amongst the ivy in between some trees. I decided to make it a shrine - to who, I did not know, but I figured something would appreciate the gesture. I fragment of broken mirror and a rotting pomegranate were my first offerings.

Then a coworker pointed out a hawk perched on the roof of our building. Under it, I found a freshly decapitated squirrel head - most likely discarded by the hawk.

To the shrine it went.

Then another coworker brought me a fragment of jaw bone (it's known I collect bones).

To the shrine.

Then while picking up trash I found a couple of picked-clean vertebrae, perhaps from someone's cookout, a decorative topper to a peice of furniture, a pretty ceramic mug, and a tiny bottle of tequila with just a sip left.

Shrine.

Lastly, my coworker found another nice bone for me, which also went to the shrine.

I don't know who I've built a little altar too, but I think she is enjoying the attention.

One of the best parts about this is that most of my coworkers know about this and think it's neat, and the one who keeps bringing me bones is a born again Christian. He was even nice enough to beautify the area in font of the shrine.

I gently tease him that the Goddess sees him and is pleased.

For a picture of the shrine, see my profile.