A large raven on my bicep with its head turned to watch my back. The raven had come to be representative of so many things to me that it just felt right. The raven has many meanings throughout world religions, from Odinism and Asatru to Native American beliefs, Celtic mythologies, Islam, and even Christianity. For me, I felt a special kinship with the Celtic representation and the Morrigan—the goddess of battle, strife, and fertility. Essentially, hearth and war. The duality of her dominion I felt was very representative of me. The two people I had to be—one behind the walls and the one outside. Some stories portray her as a triplicate goddess, like the fates, and the maiden, the mother, and the crone. I like that too. The third option, the person who I could grow into who didn’t have to be hearth or war, but could be both. The other two will always be part of me, but I don’t have to be one or the other. One of the aspects of the Morrigan’s realm is rebirth.
