Tattooed Girls


“My body is my journal, and my tattoos are my story.”


~Johnny Depp

Recently, I got tattoos on the fingers of my right hand.  One is a pentacle and the other is a quarter moon. I posted the pic on a witchcraft group I was in and it was overwhelmed with likes.  (I love when that happens!) Anyway, one woman commented asking if they were drawn on or if it was a tattoo. I should mention that she is in an older generation than myself.  Once I told her that it was a tattoo she got so excited. She explained in her day it was unacceptable for women to get tattoos, never mind ones on their fingers.

I want to be clear here, I am not a feminist, (I know, haters gonna hate), but I do believe in equal rights.  There is no reason that tattoos should be acceptable on men and not on woman. That is just crazy talk.  I consider myself lucky to be living in a generation where this is mostly not the case.

So, in case you haven’t figured it out yet,  I am a tattooed girl. I have gotten more expressive with them over the past year or so. They are becoming more visible, a big step in the workforce, but the world is becoming more accepting of tattoos at a rapid rate.  

I love every single one of my tattoos and each one has a special meaning just for me. I am not really one of those girls to pick a tattoo out of a book. I like to bring the artist an idea and let them run with it. They are the artist afterall, they know better than me.

I am one that finds a tattoo artist via word of mouth. (Is there really any other way?) I will stay with them for awhile, then someone else with give me a recommendation and I will see that person for awhile.  This time, my friend Robbie (Check out his blog! My Weak Started on Sadder Days), sent me to his friend and awesome tattoo artist TJ at Null Tattoo.  He is amazing!  I give him an idea and he perfectly matches what is in my head.  Check him out on Facebook & Instagram.  I highly recommend him.  (He even lets me listen to Ed Sheeran!)

Leave your tattoo pics in the comments!!

Three Tattoos by TJ @ Null Tattoo
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A witch at Christmas


“All the best stories have witches in them.”

~Unknown

Being the only public witch in the family can be hard especially because I choose not to hide it.  I have more of the attitude of “I’m a witch dudes, get over it.”. No one in the family celebrates Yule, or even recognizes it as a holiday. It is Christmas all the way. Even though Christians pretty much took over Yule and made it into Christmas. Like really? Yule Log has Yule IN THE NAME, but that’s a whole other post. I know they don’t understand, but still, it’s unfulfilling.  I am slowly figuring about little ways to sneak some Yule into the mix. Mostly so I don’t go insane.

This year, I gave all of my nieces and nephew crystals for Christmas.  We had a conversation about three weeks ago about how everyone has a birth crystal that corresponds with the zodiac calendar. They seemed really excited about it so I went with it.  They all got a polished stone and a raw stone so they could see the difference. I also added selinate to charge them, and a necklace to wear them.

My 8 year old niece, (the witchling), was over the moon.  So I went further and explained all the properties and what she can use the stones for, she got Jade and Emerald. (Expensive child)  I also explained that she can put all of the crystals on her windowsill on the full moon to cleanse and charge them. Her face was priceless.  It made my heart so happy. We now have a deal that I have to call her on everything full moon and remind her.

Then, something happened that made my entire holiday.  My family is really large, so we chose names for Secret Santa.  My sister-in-law picked me. When it was my turn she handed me two gifts.  The first, and kick ass Harry Potter light. Woot! The second, almost made me cry.  Inside the box, gently wrapped, was a large beautiful piece of raw rose quartz. To go further, she researched the meanings and wrote them down on a piece of paper and at the bottom wrote, “Happy Yule”.  I don’t think there are words to describe my feelings at that moment. I simple thank you, did not seem enough, but it is all I had.

That crystal will have a special place on my altar always, because it truly is a crystal of love.  I will always remember the year that someone in my family remember Yule, and the fact that it is an important part of my life.  Dear sister-in-law, you made my holiday season, thank you so much.

So this year, I was a witch at Christmas, and someone remembered.

Blessed Solstice, Merry Yule


See the gray skies overhead, preparing the way
for the bright sun soon to come.
See the gray skies overhead, preparing the way,
for the world to awake once more.
See the gray skies overhead, preparing the way
for the longest night of the year.
See the gray skies overhead, preparing the way
for the sun to finally return,
bringing with it light and warmth.”


~Unknown

The holidays, (dramatic sigh) they are rough, but this year I feel like a whole different person.  I am currently taking a course called The Wheel of the Year, with Christopher Penczak at the Temple of Witchcraft in Salem, NH. It is amazing and you should totally take it.  In the course, he asks a lot of questions about how we practice the Sabbots ourselves. I quickly realized that something was missing. So, I have decided to not only take this opportunity to learn about the Sabbots, but to find out what they mean to me, and how I will celebrate them.

Celebrating Yule has never felt complete, then Christmas comes, and that doesn’t feel right either.  How can I possibly get through the holidays successfully if I am not celebrating that way that I need to?  So I started my Wheel of the Year journey at the beginning, with Yule.

Yule, the birth of the Sun God, and the return of the light.  Every year I have focused on the light, this year, some great witches reminded me that it is about sitting in the darkness and allowing the light to come.  I got excited. I was finally taking charge of my path. I will sit in the darkness and I will come out the other side better than before.

I thought all day about what my holiday should feel like.  I decided to do the entire ritual silent, speaking the words only in my heart.  I decorated my Yule altar with candles, jingle bells, a beautiful flower chain. I cleaned the space with sage, and then, incense for the full moon.  Having a Full Moon on Yule is very rare and I am honored be able to start my journey of the Wheel of the Year on one.

The focus was to be on Christopher Penczak’s Thirteen Days of Yule meditation ritual, (that is available on the Temple of Witchcraft’s Page : Here.)  The original 12 Days of Christmas.  I started on Yule night, and my last night will be New Year’s Eve.  Finally! Something connecting Yule to Christmas, just what I needed.

Now I had a base plan, and a map to build off of (go me!).  Next, I made a list of the things that I love the most about the holiday season.  Singing carols was at the very top. I haven’t really had a place to sing carols since made Catholic to Witch switch, and chants don’t give me the same warm fuzzy feelings.  So, I messaged my Dad asking if they do anything with carols at his church. Tada! Singing Carols on Christmas Eve. New tradition. Probably don’t hear that from a witch very often!  

So I have my map of the holiday.  My altar is set, my candles are burning I lay out on my yoga mat for meditation, and of course I have the cat licking my toes.  Wouldn’t be Yule without that. I go through Christopher’s guided meditation; after returning, I allowed myself to journey to where I needed to go.  I was not surprised when I appeared at the door of my Shadow. Yule = Shadow work? Apparently so.

It was nothing like I thought it would be, my Yule, but it is perfect.  It is where I need to be and what I needed to be doing. I have found the first step on my journey; I have found my Yule.

Blessed Solstice

Yule, December 21st 2018