I'm a tattooed Mama!
Last year, in an effort to let the "real me" shine through, I got a tattoo. It was a big bold statement of my own individuality, my passion for art, and my commitment to myself and my own (somewhat, eh, colorful?) life journey. Then I got another tattoo. Before I could blink, I had a half-sleeve. It was one of my least "conventional" moves, but if you really know me, you know that I tend to be the kind of person who does what I want, when I want, thank you very much.
People often ask me what inspired me to get this tattoo. The story goes like this: I was in a yoga class practicing next to a 80 year old woman (!!) with a CRAZY dragon sleeve tattoo. She was the most amazing woman I have ever laid eyes on. I fell head over heels in love with her. She had the best looking chatarungas I have ever seen, and I felt this amazing energy radiate from her as she practiced her yoga. I decided that THIS woman was the woman I wanted to be when I was 80. Rather, my version of this woman. It took me almost a year to find the right artist, pick the design, and lay down on the table.
The process of getting the tattoo was emotional and precious to me. My artist, and now dear friend, Brian Jansen of Capitol City Tattoo, took the time to learn a bit about me and my life, design something that was PERFECT and then in painstaking detail laid down the ink. I cried at times, I meditated, I zoned out, I swore, and I wanted to punch him in the face. Getting a tattoo is a bit like giving birth........
This design is a part of me now, a part of my life story, and an identifying mark on my passport in case they ever need to identify my body after a tragic travel mishap (dark, I know......) I am getting prepared to finish the sleeve, with an extension of the design. I know that it doesn't define me, but it sure is a part of the intricate fabric that makes me who I am.
The tattoo is the external manifestation of an internal shift towards being true to myself and my own calling. A shift from living for others to living for myself. A call of independence and self-love and claiming my own divine feminine power.
A deep thank you to Brian for creating the most colorful and beautiful part of me. A deep thank you to that amazing elder woman who made me realize that I already knew who I was just by watching her shine.