My first grand-baby-girl-child was born, and as I witnessed a friend give my grand-daughter her breath of life, no words could describe the experience.
Then I thought, three’s a nice number and started to imagine the tattoo I’d have to get next~ Angels, Saints, Wild-Life, Flora and Fauna blessing’s from Mother Nature; family, friends and Bruce Springsteen, all crossed my mind. I wanted to honour all who have helped me with effervescence of life, naturally!
Came the time for me to embark on a journey with Jesus, and quest for essence, on my own. With loved ones and ancestors in spirit; parents, mentors and protectors. With guiding lights of life force, my children, my grand-babies and generations to come in mind and heart. I walked with deer, eagle, jays, raven, crow, horses, owl, fox, bear and many other creatures great and small. I slowed down to the rhythm of my own heart. It was truly amazing!
Upon return I had to find the chosen one who could help me symbolize this divine right of passage… accordingly and spiritually, through the art of tattooing… naturally, the time was now~ it had To-Be! I prayed intently and we were aligned.
No doubt he’s deserving of the awards he has received. With a whole lot of patience, empathy and understanding, Dion helped me select highlights to honour the value of my journey and their placement. Over a number of sessions, story came to life in fine art. There was very little pain because Dion truly knows the true art of tattooing.
As spring and summer approached, blistering hot days requiring scant attire now had people questioning and some even ridiculed with shameful remarks. A few times I wondered, then I met a young lady who helped me embrace through a movement called, “To Write Love On Her Arms.” (http://twloha.com/)
Recently, my dad heard about the changes I’d made in my life and decided to pay me a visit. Although I’m a grown up and it really shouldn’t matter, I didn’t want to hear condescending laughter or any negative remarks about something so awesome. When he asked, “And what are all these?” There was no under-tone, no chuckle. And with humble pride, I shared briefly all they meant to me. Much to my surprise he said, “Good for you!” and many other endearing things, then hugged me like never before!
While I placed one no-where near where I’d wanted it, but in the midst of displacement had forgotten, it’s become a reminder of the direct effect my actions and words can have on me; those nearest and dearest to me as well as the ripple effect far and wide, for generations. To be more gentle with myself and with others. This tattoo also reminds me of courage, fortitude and a strong spirit, which is a really big deal to display in living colour.
It took the fittest of survival, a journey of miles, some Holly Holy times to feel more alive… to see the road I was on in the distance behind and the one ahead, I choose to thrive on.
Today I wear my tattoos proudly, on feet, belly, arm and shoulder. And on the horizon I see big beautiful iridescent Butterfly Wings in flight with the script~ Valiant Grace… my next tattoo muse, to-be totally Awesome!