The tattoo grows out of a spiritual awareness I had some time back. I was at an Episcopal women's retreat at the Catholic retreat center up near Powell Butte. I was meditating on my life of sexual "sin" during which I had treated other people like my meat.
As I was looking out from a room upstairs, I saw a hawk gliding across a field. The Holy Spirit spoke in me saying, "God made that hawk, predator that she is. Mice are not grateful to God for the hawk as the hawk is grateful for the mice. Nevertheless, they are both made for this world, as were you. If you were made a raptor, not a mouse, accept yourself as you are."
So, I'm a raptor with a cross on my jess. I continue to return to the one who owns me.
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