smiled weakly, and nodded to him over my shoulder.
As his tattooing instrument touched my skin.
the white hot shear of pain brought me to a cold sweat.
I sat there in stunned silence as he worked, my friend witnessing.
My dedication to the Great Goddess had begun.
Several months prior we'd received word of our return to the US from Europe.
Though not giving a specified date, I felt certain it would be after Hallows.
During my time in Italy and again in Germany, I had lived the life of a
Priestess of the Old Ways, visiting ancient temple sites,
dancing alone on moonlit beaches, expressing my joy in finding Goddess there.
I met other Goddess women, celebrated the seasons with them and
formed a small tribe of our own.
in Goddess' service weighed heavy upon me.
I became fixated upon body modification, tattooing specifically.
I set my sights on finding the right symbol to have etched upon my body.
I knew precisely where it would be placed; between my shoulder blades
never to be seen by me other than in reflection, yet enough to shine out
to others and beg explanation if I were to be asked of its meaning.
I knew I needed to talk to others about Goddess and share her ways.
Now if I could only find the artwork...