When was the last time you did something for the first time? I’m doing something each month I’ve never done before to honor that I am alive. Today I joined other humans since the Neolithic and practiced the ancient art of tattooing. I got a small circle tattoo.
My mother died a week ago today and I realized I never could have done this if she was still alive. She would have said, “Sugar, what’s next, wearing white after Labor Day, paper napkins? Are you buying a motorcycle and wearing leather?” Too late Mother. Well, I don’t wear white after Labor Day, for god sake, I’m not a savage. So, Mother, this one’s for you.
I chose the circle because of my boys, who also got circle tattoos. Years ago for my birthday they wrote the attached poem and gave me the pave diamond necklace I wear almost daily.
THE CIRCLE
One of humankind’s oldest symbols,
first seen in the eye or the moon, and quickly transcribed on cave walls as an attempt to
communicate,
to bridge the gap between consciousness.
Then throughout history,
finding new shapes for the circle –
a halo, a marriage ring, a prayer wheel, Ouroboros –
yet always symbolizing the same thing;
the never-ending, Inclusion, wholeness, a cycle, infinity.
YOU ARE OUR CIRCLE
Always bridging our consciousness with your never-ending love
and inclusion;
always filling us and making us feel whole.
The circle, an infinite cycle, the love we always share.