Black Fairy

I found this image in a book of fonts -
it was my logo for "Fairy Thoughtful" gifts...
I love her little pot belly, just like mine. She's inked on my right shoulder, like a little guardian angel, whispering in my ear...

Priestess

Today’s early morning ritual
I am raven

burner
of lavender

reader
of the cards

diviner
of the stars

eater
of cold pizza

Retail Therapy

Lookee at what I just bought at Goodwill for $3.25 - A GORGEOUS deep burgundy corset, trimmed in black lace with a sheer top with sparkly black roses scattered all over it. It fits me perfectly! Snort! Retail therapy at it's best, I tell ya...

My best friend Jen, who has been my neighbor for fifteen years now, came over to take tattoo pictures. I love her - she is simply unfazed. "Just be safe, K" she smiles. She is a great Scorpio and knows all my secrets. Yep, even that one about you.

New Moon in Scorpio

Too Blessed
To be Stressed
and
Too Anointed
To be Disappointed

Epitaph

What would you like your epitaph be?

It was a typical night with typical friends drinking a typical amount of wine. Halloween around the corner, and we were swapping stories of friends who had died recently. More specifically, how they had died, and what we considered a "good death" to be.

Of course, one person has to say, "I hope I die while having sex!" Which we all agreed would suck for the partner of the deceased.

You won't be surprised to hear that I decided that I want to die while masturbating.

That way my epitaph can be,

She had a hand in it.

Messages from Seaglass

Once I met a wind swept man
Who constructed his days
and spent his nights in craft,
And the time betweens
Sifting the beaches
For bits of precious sea glass.

Milky white, palest aqua,
Sea green, and cobalt blues,
Burnished browns, occasional reds
And the rarest of violet hues.

These shards of the past
Once raw and jagged
Now polished and refined
He would into make jewelry
Creating a holder,
A reminder of the divine.

Solidly set in silver
Skillfully soldered
Edges worked intaglio-
Stars and moons,
Cut outs to reveal
The treasured inner glow.

How like our hearts...

What was once a whole vessel
To whatever elixir
Ambrosia in the moment
Containing the promise of eternity
Infinity in a bottle
Or so we took for granted.

Suddenly smashed and broken
Tumbled by turmoil
Tossed by tides of grief.
Scoured by remorse
Cleansed of regret
These fragments of relief.

Shrapnel of the soul
Now soft, eroded edges
Worn smooth by patience.
Translucent, transcendent,
A constant reminder:
Time is precious.

Sea glass, see glass
See through the looking glass...
Salt tears and wisdom know-
Sand once melted
Sand now scoured
Even glass will flow.

Milky white, palest aqua
Sea green baubles
Hung on sterling chains
Reminding the throat
Reminding the heart
Cherish each moment that remains.

Folder of Desire

I found this image on a rubber stamp and fell in love with it right away. In my file cabinet, I have "The Folder of Desire" and whenever an image speaks to me, it gets popped in here. It might be years before I actually get it inked, but I really believe in THINKING about what one is about to permanently inscribe on one's body...