I’ve been thinking about it quite a lot these past couple of weeks… I’m laughing at myself a bit because I’m so anxious to get to my 1 year, but well, I’m a ways away still. Hee. At any rate, I just came up with an idea for my 1 year celebration – a tattoo!
I have never inked my bod before, but I really like the idea of marking my sobriety. I like the idea of tattoos in general, but have a hard time committing to an image for my Life. However, I believe sobriety is important enough to carry with me Forever. (Sidenote: My brother-in-law is a continual inker, and I love what he says about tattoos – that the individual tattoo isn’t supposed to ‘last’ through life, but rather is marking a moment in life. Isn’t that beautiful?)
My idea for my 1 Year is a moon on my wrist, followed each new year by a new star….
I love the moon. I love the moon’s different manifestations, shapes, and ways of being. I love the other-worldliness of its glow. And I love the stars’ beauty, their timelessness, and the magic of thousands of stories and histories told about them. I also love what I mentioned before in another post, that we are all made of star stuff. I love the interconnectedness, the hope, and the awe-inspiring powers outside of ourselves.
Hurry up, Year. *smile* I want you to get here now!
Day 57, and yet methinks I have Astronomy….
Walt Whitman’s “When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer”
WHEN I heard the learn’d astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;
Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.