the old-school guestbook archives
my amazon wish list... my favorite astrologer... my favorite artist... yerba mate revolution! erowid: a travel guide for interior journeys... no more war: MoveOn.org United for Peace and Justice True Majority seek the truth: Common Dreams Unamerican Activities The Nation people I adore, diaries I read: rev.raikes ariana cubiclegirl epiphany glitter333 laurakay wammo the music: the asylum street spankers backyard tire fire blue highway bill camplin wendy colonna freedom tribe joules graves guy forsyth band hamsa lila hanuman libby kirkpatrick leftover salmon pamela means medeski martin & wood the motet the nice outfit nickel creek open road rose polenzani railroad earth south austin jug band string cheese incident taarka tha musemeant the devil makes three tim o'brien band trolley wild sage keller williams yonder mountain string band |
watched over ~ September 22, 2001 - 9:05 p.m. make that five tattoos. yes, today I was inked again, my first time with someone other than pierre. her name was rachel, the studio was body ritual, in milwaukee. it seemed right that I should get this tattoo in the city where I was born. a phrase in sanskrit, on my back, beneath the spiral-hearted rising sun I've had for years. translation: watched over. that's me. it resonated to the core the minute I saw it. down all the wild roads, through hell and high water, in love and war and all the rest. watched over. I offer up my gratitude, again and again. the universe shows me infinite love, comes to me in the darkness when my faith wears thin. always the light is there. I cannot live long enough to give back in equal measure the blessings I've received. all I can do is give thanks, to be of service to my fellow humans whenever possible. to work towards enlightenment, so that I may be of benefit to all sentient beings. to pray that all who are lost may find their way home.
(((rings))) |