lizziebelle

I took the bus down to NYC on Friday, and it's been a whirlwind weekend. I have done a ton of walking, which hasn't left me nearly as stiff this morning as I was afraid it would.

My iPad has decided not to recognize the doohickey that allows me to upload photos, most annoyingly after it has already uploaded some of them, so pix will have to wait until I get home. There are quite a few.

Yesterday, I wanted to see the Brooklyn Bridge, so we walked over it to Manhattan (it was very windy!). Great views, and it was a relatively warm day, for January. I took a bunch of pix, as did just about everyone else there. I'm sure I ended up in as many pictures as I took! That was fun.

Then we went to the 9/11 Memorial, which I did not take pictures of (it seemed disrespectful somehow). It was more moving than I expected it to be. The water falling felt healing; it's just right, I think.

Of course, the main reason I came here was to get a tattoo. This is something I've wanted to do for a long time, but it never came together until now. So my cousin grrlfriday and I headed over to the studio, where my friend Scarlet did the honors. She is an amazing artist (and an amazing person), and the results are just perfect.

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It's on the inside of my forearm, about the size of the bottom of a soda can. I absolutely love it. Scarlet took my vague suggestion and ran with it, and did a wonderful job.

It's a spiritual experience for me, which is why I'm doubly glad my cousin was there with me, and my Pagan friend was the one to create it. The timing was just perfect: as I forge a new life out of the ashes of the old, I have an emblem of my survival that will be around as long as I am.

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