A comment that made my night

This, for most, may seem like a random post. For those of you who know or can guess at how I feel about my numerous tattoos, this will probably make a bit more sense... =)

So, last night, I was over at a friends house having a play date night with all of our kids together enjoying pizza, brownies and mani/pedi time. I happened to be wearing a tank top, despite the chill, because it never fails that a house full of four kids under the age of 10 gets pretty damn hot quickly. On these nights, my friend and I also use our time to develop skills that are being newly discovered for them, such as telepathy as well as working on setting up a meditation time and developing that ability more fully. At some point during that time, I was laying still, grounding myself, and my friend came up to me and ran their finger over the violet tattoo on my shoulder. For my readers that have looked back through past postings, you'll see that I got that tattoo last March in memory of my grandmother who passed away unexpectedly and in the mist of pain-filled circumstance (see this entry: A Memorial). After doing that I asked the first thing that came to mind (which is usually the case as I rarely stop to think about my words when caught off guard!) which was, "Why do you like that tattoo so much?" The reply, "Because it's just so you." The idea that this tattoo, something that was filled with both love and loss, happiness and sorrow could be seen as so right for me really struck a chord in my heart, and the comment made me immeasurably happy.

Anyway, I just thought I would share this solitary moment in my life which seems to be sticking out in my mind a lot...

Happy blogging!

Donn, Dreams, "the talk", and Tea Leaves

So, apparently I wasn't as back as I was hoping, as life is just now, FINALLY, settling back into a normal routine. Three days after Christmas, my mom, Jaelynn and I drove out to Seattle for a few days, which kicked off a series of events that I couldn't have even begun to fathom. We went out there to help a couple of my friends move, as well as take them all of Jae's old nursery stuff, as they are expecting their first child in April. Now, these friends of mine, I've known the husband since high school, and I've known them as a couple for four years now. Through our relationship, they were introduced to the "pagan" path, and have since began their own practice, working with Brigid and Odin, respectfully. On the drive out, I told my mother about their beliefs, so she wouldn't be shocked when we got there and we dealt with their altar. She took that information just fine, and we continued on our way. Our second night there, which was Thursday, December 29th, 2011 (as this date proves to be important later), she finally asked me WHY they had an altar. Well, we'll just say that that singular question sparked a whole lot of talking. Really she took it all very well. I avoided the word "witch", as she plainly admitted that she couldn't be believe witchcraft was "good". I did explain that magic isn't "evil" or "bad" but it's the intent of the person that makes it go one way or the other, as the energy itself is rather benign... Regardless, to avoid completely obliterating the progress being made, I didn't come out doing the 'I'm a Witch' dance. And, to her credit, the only time she got worried was when she asked if I still accepted Christ as my Lord and Savior and I told her no. We also had a very interesting talk about demi-gods, and she was rather... perplexed... when I claimed the Christ himself could be seen as a demi-god, as he has a divine father but a human mother... Anyway, no, I'm not opening that for debate, but it was something I threw out there for her to chew on anyway. =)

So, we came home on the 31st, and on the 1st I got a random text from my priestess and soul sister asking me who DAN (pronounced Dahn) was. we talked about it for awhile, coming to the conclusion that is was a deity, as I have no one in my life by that name. She explained that she had three dreams about me and this person and we both knew it was important. The dreams started the same night that I had the talk with my mom. Twilight Zone theme music time, right? Anyway, I prefer to keep those dreams private for the time being, but I will say that those dreams lead to me doing a very powerful meditation with Donn, the Irish god of the dead. In the time that I spent with him, I learned that because I have finally been able to free myself of restraints and be true to who I truly am, that I have become ready to begin a new journey that I was unable to take on until I had reached this point. I will be meditating with him on the dark moon for the next 3 moon cycles now, and I CAN'T WAIT!

Now, as to the tea leaves part of all the title... It's really just a little funny blurb from day, so here you go!

Until a few days ago, I had never heard of a fortune telling cup. When I heard of/saw a picture, I thought it would be totally cool to have one of those someday, for the shits and giggles if nothing else. Well, today I went to a flea market with my mom and dad and BEHOLD! I found one of those cups... It's called "The Cup of Destiny". It even came with a little book. SCORE.

Anyway... these are the special highlights of the past few weeks.. I hope you all are well!!

Many Blessings!