Tatoo as Catharsis
I started the new and I believe final tattoo, knowing it meant something special...living by my rules from this point on, loving my re-entry into this world as a "solo artist", gratitude for the love I have known, for the gift of daughters, family and friends...
capturing that symbolically is impossible on a small scale so my entire lower back is the canvas of my metaphor...and it is beautiful and it is powerful and damn, i love it as a piece of art, seperate from my flesh...
After the tattoo, went to Jodi's birthday bash and danced to 80's music till my back felt raw. It was a blast...
Then I came home and dreamt that a garden grew out of my tattooed back, lenten- roses, cleomes, blood-red poppies; twiney vines wrapped my bed and arms and blooms grew from my hair and i smelled like peonies after the rain...I woke up convinced that I was a living part of my own mini-jungle. Wow, either the pain endorphins were late and out of control or that Chantix is kicking in...most vivd dream I have ever had.
Thank you dream gods, bring on more!!!
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