TIME like a strong gale rushes past me, but I am ever present, I make sure to part myself open to receive, not to neglect it and most definitely to accept it.......
I find that my tattoos live on, their stories never-ending, becoming more complex and more attuned to what is going on in my life. I have chosen and designed the right kind to kindly scar my skin till death do I meet. And even then they shall sink into the earth, mixing messages with dirt and being love above all else. Yes... the bee that makes the honey, sweetening my life, the pollen that falls over my heart, such healing......there is algeria, iran, M's favourite dessert, that which also makes baklava = all this allowing me to weather whatever is going on....... TIME brings this all on, TIME with openness, open, open, open and parted.
Tattoos, they nourish me. I really long for more, but here the monetary/economic dimension of my life is bare and thus I cannot provide to feed my skin in such a manner. But I have made one promise, once I get my Master's: two tattoos shall I bestow upon myself. Fortunately it is not that far away: months really, by the time spring turns to summer, and the blooms are bright I shall be on my way in so many ways. And they shall be my first in this geography.
ohhhh, How i miss the country side. my little heart gets all a flutter and ruffles and poofs itself up, like a bathing sparrow. The city satisfies and invigorates my profession. But even then I know I can carry that to other landscapes and still be all right.
So many things can bring mirth full circle in one's life. Speeding about in a 9-5 is NOT one of them. And luckily I've extracated myself from that baloney years ago.
Gracious, me oh my, how i've been a hummingbird with my thoughts in this entry, here, there, nevertheless all in the sky... that frame.... that same page....so there is continuum...
Answer: Clinical social work: my love lies in trauma, recovery, safety. I focus my studies on domestic violence, femicides, survivors of torture, refugees, asylees & immigrants rights.
I find that my tattoos live on, their stories never-ending, becoming more complex and more attuned to what is going on in my life. I have chosen and designed the right kind to kindly scar my skin till death do I meet. And even then they shall sink into the earth, mixing messages with dirt and being love above all else. Yes... the bee that makes the honey, sweetening my life, the pollen that falls over my heart, such healing......there is algeria, iran, M's favourite dessert, that which also makes baklava = all this allowing me to weather whatever is going on....... TIME brings this all on, TIME with openness, open, open, open and parted.
Tattoos, they nourish me. I really long for more, but here the monetary/economic dimension of my life is bare and thus I cannot provide to feed my skin in such a manner. But I have made one promise, once I get my Master's: two tattoos shall I bestow upon myself. Fortunately it is not that far away: months really, by the time spring turns to summer, and the blooms are bright I shall be on my way in so many ways. And they shall be my first in this geography.
ohhhh, How i miss the country side. my little heart gets all a flutter and ruffles and poofs itself up, like a bathing sparrow. The city satisfies and invigorates my profession. But even then I know I can carry that to other landscapes and still be all right.
So many things can bring mirth full circle in one's life. Speeding about in a 9-5 is NOT one of them. And luckily I've extracated myself from that baloney years ago.
Gracious, me oh my, how i've been a hummingbird with my thoughts in this entry, here, there, nevertheless all in the sky... that frame.... that same page....so there is continuum...
Answer: Clinical social work: my love lies in trauma, recovery, safety. I focus my studies on domestic violence, femicides, survivors of torture, refugees, asylees & immigrants rights.
artrob:
what else do you want to express in tatoos