my next tattoo

There is a passage that I have always loved and totally cling to when times are hard….
I love it so much in fact, that it’s in process of being turned into a sketch for my next tattoo.
It’s amazingly powerful, and so incredibly accurate in what we must do to survive the waves of life…
that I couldn’t resist sharing.

You wonder what to do when you feel attacked on all sides by seemingly irresistible forces, waves that cover you and want to sweep you off your feet. 
Sometimes these waves consist of feeling rejected, feeling forgotten, feeling misunderstood. 
Sometimes they consist of anger, resentment, or even the desire for revenge, and sometimes of self-pity and self rejection. 
These waves make you feel like a powerless child abandoned by your parents.
What are you to do? 
Make the conscious choice to move the attention of your anxious heart away from these waves and direct it to the One who walks on them and says, ‘It’s me. Don’t be afraid’ (Matthew 14:27; Mark 6:50; John 6:20). 
Keep turning your eyes to him and go on trusting that he will bring peace to your heart. 
Look at him and say, ‘Lord, have mercy’. 
Say it again and again, not anxiously but with confidence that he is very dose to you and will put your soul to rest.
~Henry J.M. Nouwen
Take THAT into your weekend!!!
© 2011 “Le Musings of Moi”
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the world premiere: my tattoo revealed

OH. EM. GEE!!!
You guys, I have a tattoo.
A very large, but amazingly beautiful tattoo.
I vlogged my experience, in case you really really wanted to be a part of it.
I know how some of you desperately wanted to be there with me holding my hand, and believe me, I bet Jimmy wishes you could have taken his place.
Because he may need a few weeks before his fingers reform their shape.
The Tattoo Diaries:
And le pictures….
Immediately After:
tree of life, flowers for the kids, birds for my grandparents & dad....words for my soul.
{praising Jesus it’s done!}
{raw, baby, raw}
the next day….
{heading to church}
{le tree of life, birds for my grandparents & my dad who passed, flowers for my babies, and words for my soul}
{love the symbolism of the balance of life and death}
Okay, I know some of you guys can’t watch videos
(um, like you sweet Stephanie of mine),
so here’s the rundown.

It hurt.
Oh yes it did, and I’m not EVEN gonna pretend like it didn’t.
I keep it real here, not trying to pretend to be something I’m not.
And while, yes, I am a tough chick….
Apparently sometimes it takes a good 20 minutes before my body catches on….
As was the case with this tattoo.
So, about 10 minutes in as I was sitting up feeling what felt as though I was being SLICED open with a razor blade,
I felt my body begin to get all hot and my eyesight suddenly fade to dark…
I knew what was about to happen.
I quickly slumped forward, placing my head between my legs (doing my best to still look cute while doing it)
and simply focused on regaining my eyesight….er…and composure.
Annnnnd, what little bit of dignity I had left.
A couple of long deep slow breaths, a few shots of water, and an extra large bite of Snickers, and I was back in business.
At least for the next five more minutes, when suddenly my body decided it needed yet another freaking break.
And I was like, WHAT THE???
Back between my knees I went, this time not caring the slightest about being cute and focused only on doing my best not to pass gas as my body was seeming to want to
and not in the good Rachel Zoe way.
{I’ll never be the play it cool kind of girl, dang it.}
More long deep breaths, more water, and a few more bites of the beloved Snickers….
along with a good dose of kicking myself in the mental A*@….
and I was good to go.
2 hours later (he, praise Jesus, worked FAST!),
I walked out the door a new woman.
I mean, I was no longer just a woman,
I was, like, a WOAHman.
You know wudimasayin?
Ya, so I was all fine and dandy until I got home and began to realize it’s permanence.
And so I texted back and forth with a few wise friends, and decided it was all normal and okay to feel wishy washy….and that I needed to just CHILLAX
(i.e. eat more chocolate)
and just give it time.
And then came THE SHOWER.
Dear God, the shower.
It was like getting under water with THE worst sunburn of your life.
And then when Jimmy put the soap on, I swear he replaced the soap with salt and was having a GRAND ol time rubbing it all deep within my fleshly OPEN WOUNDS.
Once the episode was over and all was washed clean, I dropped to the floor of the shower with as much dramatic expression as I could muster and tried to recover what eyesight I may have had left.
Jimmy must have been so proud of me while I lay rocking back and forth naked in the fetal position with a hard core tat on my back.
{beauty from pain, beauty from pain…}
I’m hot stuff, I tell you.
Hard to the freakin’ core.
Anyway, at least it’s all well and good now.
It’s feeling MUCH better today, still like a sunburn or a bad bruise, but nothing like yesterday.
And as each day passes, I love it more and more…..
because now,
this is yet another part of me.
Another “limb” to my story.
Plus, you don’t even know how amazing it was to have been able to share it all with you guys!
And now….I’m already planning out what to do next….so stay tuned!!!
***all work done by South Bay Mike at Fine Iron Tattoos***
{With all the excitement, I didn’t have a chance to pick a winner yet for the skin care giveaway, in case you want to enter still! I’ll draw a name tomorrow and reveal the winner on Wednesday’s post.}
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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