I Got A New Tat

The Triple Spiral. Also known as the Triskele and Triskelion, and often believed to be the oldest symbol of spirituality. 
 
My very first tattoo was this also. A much more simple design. That sits on my back, on the left shoulder blade. The Triple Spiral. Maiden, Mother, Crone. 
 
Surrounded by flowers. 
 
Because I got more tattoos. After this first spiral, shortly after this, I spiraled. Tattoos of plants and flowers that lie on my skin as art planted in the dirt that is my flesh. Watered and nurtured by my soul and breath. 
 
After that first Triple Spiral, shortly after this, there have only been flowers and plants. And trees. A ton of leaves of trees.
 
Until now.
 
Because a few months ago, reflecting on… well, reflecting, the spiral dropped in.  I need this again. And I went googling for images and found this one that is now here, (did you know that now here, combined is nowhere?!) on my arm.  My virgin arm.
 
The Triple Spiral is a symbol of the cycle of birth, life, and death. And of the three elements—Earth, Water, Air.  And the three Celtic worlds—Spiritual, Present, Celestial.
 
And the Maiden, Mother, Crone. 
 
This feminine power of transition, growth, transformation. This ethereal energy radiating outward or inward of growth, birth and the expansion of consciousness. This path, never linear, as each step winds us ever inward into ourselves.
 
This Triskelion, it is a symbol of the perpetual journey of growth. And evolution. And transformation. And it is a reminder of the interconnectedness of all things.
 
Phew. This is a lot of words.  Worlds. Words.
 
I get these tattoos, all of these plants and leaves and flowers and spirals, for many reasons.
 
They honor my family, my husband and my children and my grandchildren and myself, in the tradition of Celtic Tree Astrology.
 
They are an adornment. An amazing collection of art lives on my body.  
 
They are a planting. I was a wise herbalist healer Wiccan woman in a life past. Celtic based and potion making, with gardens that grew out from my green thumbs.  In this, current rendition of my life, not so much. And so flowers and leaves on my skin is a way to keep these plants growing. To keep me growing.
 
And these tattoos, they are a reclaiming. Marking my skin. My body is mine. 
 
This is important.
 
I went to this amazing artist for this most recent piece. In Massachusetts on this most recent visit east. Fat Rams Pumpkin Tattoo. (I know, what a great name, right) in Jamaica Plain. I worked with Binx. She worked with me. And we created this intricate piece that took five hours. 
 
My arm is sore. This piece is beautiful.  
 
I am thinking I now needs hands, adorned with flowers of course. This will be my next tattoo.  Stretched from my wrist upward and holding this Triskelion Triskele Triple Spiral Orb as an offering to the heavens inside me.