For me, a tattoo is a springboard to a conversation. I'm always intrigued by what inspired someone to get inked. So I figured it was about time I share mine with you. I remember this was the first post I ever wrote on my old blog.... eons ago it seems. These tatts have been travelling with me for a long time now (maybe 10 years even?!).
So, this is my right hand. My shaking-hands hand. My waving hello hand. My 3 core values hand. Originally I just had "faith" on my wrist... and then a year or two later I ended up designing a scroll with "hope, love" to join in. All three of these words represent where my anchor in life lies. God is my object of faith, my reason for hope, my source for love. I can never 'regret' having such a tattoo and reminder in my life.
"But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love."
1 Corinthians 13:13
This is my left hand. My ring-finger hand. My chin-resting hand. The tattoo hand to remind me of how inter connected "life&death" really are. Yes, it says both... trippy, I know. Every day I'm called to die to my own selfish desires of 'me-first, me-now'... and live to the freedom and beauty I'm called to. To live selflessly... to give instead of take. To walk in the light, and not the dark.
How can I 'regret' this reminder?
You may remember the other tattoo I pointed out last week during my 'haircut' post... the Hebrew word on the back of my neck.
Yes, all my tattoos are words. Yes, they are all reminders for me.
Yes, I will always want more (but doubt the budget will comply)!
Will I 'let' my daughter get them in the future you ask? I hope we'll have a healthy discussion about her reasons and motives for it. My warning would be to take time to think about it (months even..) if you truly believe in it - it will be worth waiting for. Also, it's addictive, once you start you will be finding excuses and spare corners on your body to wedge another tatt in!
What else would I want in tattoos? I dream of a flock of birds going up my arm. Sometimes I want a bunch of tree branches weaving up my back... and this tempts me!
So there you have it... my skin. my ink. my stories.
Thanks for listening,