I've never kept a blog like this one before. I had a journal on a tattoo community website..still have it in fact, but I don't really use it anymore. But I am a writer by nature, I love to hear my own voice...just not outloud, I suppose. So this is my new outlet for the thoughts that ramble on in my cranium. This way I am not using up valuable posting space on Facebook....
And so here I am, barebones for the world to see. My inner space and inner sanctum splayed out in all its shabby glory. Isn't wordplay fun? More or less a bunch of B.S. ,really. Here is the tangible me...
I am 32. I have a 6 year old, and we may have another on the way, but it is too early yet to know. My new husband (we were just married on Sept 26th) is a wonderful caring being who treats my lil girl like his very own. She is love in a tangible form...she is amazing. I know that our other child or children will be as well.
We walk a Goddess path, eclectic Pagans or witches (which ever you prefer, I like both terms just fine, I dont buy into the whole stigma thing). We are tied to the forces of nature in all ways. Later I will post more about what we are doing to tie ourselves to the Mother even further. We are members of a tribe, our chosen family...The Tribe of The Tree People, we call ourselves. Ironically, it was our tattooist from Louisiana who started that name, because of the tree of life tats that myself and my husband have.
(If this is sloppy, forgive me, my brain says it wants to sleep, my body says it wants to rest, my fingers have minds of their own...just not completely independent of the rest of the body. They still need that brain to fully function.)
More about me, right, because who doesnt delight in talking about themselves?
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