STINK

…is the moniker bestowed upon me by the Angle of Mercy who happened to get on my bus that day in search of auto parts. She took one look at the smile I offered to her from the driver’s seat as she boarded and shouted, “STINK! That’s what I’m going to call you.”

It wasn’t because of the smell of the bus with which she was confronted. Nor was she commenting on the aftershave I used that day to combat it. It was just this large nose of mine that has preceded me for as long as I can remember. It was scrunched up as my eyes squinted when I smiled at her. Nothing I could say or do would change her decision. That name meant ME to HER from then on.

Along with my Tattoo-Moniker, she freely transmitted her energetic abundance of good fortune upon me in the immediacy of that moment, like a Muse, a Guardian, an Angle of Mercy.

I am forever in Her debt and STINK because of her.

Spiritual Tattoo Ink, It’s Happening! –STINK (AKA, Bret, with one T)