Mostly ‘Nurturing’ is soft and fluffy, like noticing a rose coming into bloom or reading an inspirational book. But sometimes it’s about stepping away from the stereotype, going a little bit crazy, doing something unexpected and rocking the rebel within!
This, then, is my random act of outrageousness:
The Artist and I had our wedding bands hand~crafted from ‘ancestral’ gold: my mother’s ring from her first marriage, to my father; a chain that had belonged Martin’s Dad, a cuff link, odd earrings, a broken necklace….. Items no longer serviceable, treasured only for their sentimental value, kindly donated by our families.
For a long time it felt right to be connected to our loved ones in this way ~ but this Spring a strand of mine worked loose. Far from being devastated or superstitious, I viewed this as an opportunity to re~design it ~ this same weak spot had been repaired once already. I’d show you a photo but I took it off and stashed it ~ evidently in some parallel dimension, because search as I might, I can’t find it in this one. No worries, I’m sure it will re~materialise when I’m looking for something else. These things always do.
In it’s place I put on my mother’s ‘Tree of Life’ ring, which I cherish and which I’ve worn before, (and yes, I did cleanse it of stale energy first.) But one morning I found it on the chest of drawers beside the bed ~ I’d removed it whilst asleep! Clearly I wasn’t meant to be wearing that one ~ or any of the others I tried. They either irritated me or looked weird.
For a while I didn’t wear a ring at all but that was just wrong. As my digits are large and capable, they require some form of adornment. (Apparently, when I was born, my mother’s first words were, ‘Oh my God! She’s got hands like shovels.’ Actually they closely resemble hers and whenever I look at them I smile at what she said ~ and said again, when she told me.Thanks Mum! I’m not bitter, her precious jewellery fits me perfectly.)
My husband wasn’t particularly upset that I wasn’t wearing the ring with which we plighted our troth, in fact he came out in support and took his off for a while. But we agreed that I should sport a visible symbol of our marriage. So, after much debate, we arrived at the following solution:
Yes, in my 61st year and on our fifteenth wedding anniversary, I had my first tattoo ~ an infinity symbol on my ring finger.
It works on different levels: It won’t break and I never have to remove it, so I don’t have to fret about losing it; it doesn’t catch on anything, it’s unique and individual, it channels my inner ‘wild child’. And far from being ‘branded’ by my man, as one wise~crack suggested, I view it as emblematic of our union, of the infinite love that we share. (Awwww!)
Corina’s post on Dragon’s Dreams inspired me to choose this design. It is significant to me because I can feel Chi energy moving through my body in this way ~ as an ever~lasting loop~de~loop. It’s also how I ‘see’ the rhythm of my favourite pieces of music.
Although it may not be clear in this photograph, the colours I’ve chosen are those of the two upper chakras ~ indigo (Anja, third eye) and violet (Saharara, crown).
We are delighted with the result ~ although I have had a few anxious moments, while it’s been healing and Martin’s had to do the washing up for two weeks. (Couldn’t blag it for any longer than that.)
And, if I ‘regret it when I’m older’, (LOL) I can always hide it under a conventional ring. Yeh right, like that’s gonna happen?
I don’t think so! 😉
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