My spirituality on my sleeve

I came out of the broom closet years ago, but a few days ago I made a bigger step. I got my first tattoo of a triple moon with a triquetra. It took ten years, but it felt right.

I wear it proudly on my right wrist, extending down onto my forearm. I feel as though I have been marked with the symbol of the Goddess, and now I am officially a priestess in her devotion.

The tattoo process was painful. Very painful. But as it went on, I knew that I had to stick it out as the symbol and process meant so much to me. It’s true what they say – getting inked is a rite of passage. I feel different somehow.

A southwestern post

I’m in Cornwall as I type this, enjoying the sunshine and the proximity to the ocean. I love being here. I come here yearly and find it a real wrench to leave. I feel that the place finds it equally hard to let me go.

Still we have two more days here, so I won’t focus on the leaving just yet. For today we are visiting one of our favourite harbours. I also get to visit one of my favourite metaphysical shops so it should be a good day.