The Dark Goddess

I waited about six years for this tattoo. Others can find inspiration easily but, I did not want just any random Pinterest image etched into my arm for all eternity.

[ Not that there’s anything wrong with that – you do You – but, I’m just hella persnickety. ]

I’ve been “saving” my right arm all these years for something meaningful and spiritual. Having gone through many changes (personally, emotionally, spiritually and physically) over the years, I wanted to incorporate and encompass that journey and what truly resonates with me.

I was drawn Hecate years ago when I first started on this path. She left multiple signs and appeared in my dreams. I sketched out my concept one night after re-reading a number of texts, articles and books about dark goddesses, Hecate specifically. I went back and forth over style and design, erasing and scribbling… Leaving it for months then coming back to work on it some more.

In my mind She wears a long hooded cloak, her eyes downcast and a bit obscured, her hair long and flowing. On her chest is an image of a skeleton key, one that opens the gates to the Underworld and other realms.

Hecate illuminates the path toward a greater understanding of one’s self and of others. She represents beginnings, endings and transformations. She is there to support and guide, in times of great change and disruption. Hecate exists in the ether – the spaces between life, death and rebirth. She is the wild woman and the High Priestess. Some even say she’s the queen of witches. Hecate is the guardian of the (literal and figurative) crossroads in life and protector of the household. She is the divine goddess of the dark moon. Coincidentally, it is the phase I feel my (creative and mental) best in.

I asked Joy to frame her with intertwining poisonous and healing flora. White sage and foxglove, lavender and belladonna, patchouli and opium poppies. These plants are beautiful yet some are also deadly. They’re healing, cleansing and protective. To me they represent our own duality. We all have two sides – the light and shadow. We must honor the darker aspects of ourselves as well as the light.

Since my appointment was just a couple days after Yule and the Solstice we agreed this should be a ritual tattoo. Joy performed reiki healing and energy work to bless my new ink. It was calming, transformative and healing.

I am so thankful to have found a wonderful tattoo artist in Joy Shannon (IG: @triplegoddesstattoos). Not only is she multi-talented, she understood my concept and the feeling I wanted to evoke. If not for her input I would not have this amazing piece of art.

The vision I’ve carried in my mind for years is now etched into my skin as a daily reminder to be true to myself and to not fear the unknown.

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Queen of the Hive

It has been far too long since I’ve heard the familiar buzz of a tattoo gun. 5 years, give or take. I’ve always wanted more but, had to wait because of my pregnancies, then breastfeeding, and other necessities (like buying our first home, remodeling, then selling it, then buying our second home then moving/settling in, then landscaping and painting the exterior… oy!).

Now that things have begun to calm down (not really though because hello, we have 3 kids!) it’s time.

It’s ME time.

It’s time to get all the designs I’ve been working on the last 5ish years out of my head and onto my skin.

C’s birth date was etched onto my wrist when he was about 7 months old. I had plans to get L’s birth date done around his first birthday but, that was when I found out I was (surprise!) pregnant with our third. O is 7 months old now so no more excuses.

It was worth the wait to get both L and O’s birth dates at the same time. Just simple Roman numerals to represent three special dates and three special little boys.

Adding to their birth dates is a concept I came up with soon after I found out I was having our third boy. The Husband stated I would be the “queen” with all my little monsters. While I am out numbered, I’m well loved.

I chose a queen bee because she (and the collective hive) represent family, unity, working together, communication, and striving for/enjoying the sweetness of life. The crown is simple (because I’m not that bougie, ha). It incorporates an alternative triple moon symbol. I wanted the center or “full moon” to be a hexagon as a nod to a beehive. C was born during a full moon, L during a waxing moon and then O during a waning moon. The body of the bee includes a pentacle to represent the five of us. I especially love the dotwork shading style she used as it doesn’t feel or look too dark/heavy. Honestly, this pretty queen bee could not be a more perfect representation of our family.

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Thirty Eight

I turned the ripe old age of thirty eight on the twenty fifth of January.


If you had told me I’d be 37 weeks pregnant with our third child at the age of 38, I would have laughed hysterically in your face.

I never imagined I’d be a mother to one child let alone three. When I was in my teens and 20s I was sure I didn’t want children. Then I changed my mind and stated I’d like one (mostly, I knew I could only handle one, ha).

It wasn’t until I turned 30 that I/we seriously entertained the thought. Then I told myself my “cut off” (for having kids &/or getting pregnant) was 35. Obviously that didn’t work out quite like as I planned.

Isn’t that life though? You can make all these plans for the future, but in reality you’ve absolutely no control of how things will work out. Planning can only take you so far. That’s the frustratingly beautiful and exciting part of it.

I’m a planner by nature. I like to know what’s going to happen next – my next move, what I can expect, what is expected of me… It has taken me a long while to be OK with ‘going with the flow’, to relax. It wasn’t until I became a mother/parent did I realize I had to give up control sometimes (read: most of the time) and it’s totally OK to do so.

Here’s hoping the year ahead will be a good one. After all, we’ll soon be a family of 5 and it can only get better from there!

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