The sweet taste of lollipop was a wimpish distraction to the needle sharp stabbing against the crease of my neck. Sucking up both the sweetness and the pain, I am determined to show resolve, despite my age lowered pain threshold. All this to tick off challenge #55.
I’d wanted another tattoo for a long time. Something in memory of my dad. I also started a strange fascination with Angels about 10 years ago when I had an angel tarot card reading. Something struck a chord I’ve never managed to shake off. All those years ago, I was given four angel cards, three of which I still carry to this day.
- Archangel Michael: to give me courage to make life changes that will help me work on my divine life purpose.
- Archangel Gabrielle: to stop insecurities holding me back from fulfilling my purpose involving communication and the arts.
- Archangel Uriel: to help me release anger and unforgiveness to open my heart to greater love.
The fourth …..
- Archangel Raphael: to support healing and maintain good health.
…. I lost. Raphael spent many a month pinned over my dads hospital bed in his moments of great illness. Unfortunately, when my dad passed, the card went missing too. Maybe it might appear again one day when I need it most, or perhaps Raphael passed to the other side to watch over dad in the spirit world.
But with all that in mind, it seemed apt to get something angelic as a tattoo and I settled on a discreet golden halo after hours of scouring the web.
But why have one, when I can have two? After all, my wrist tattoo was in desperate need of a fix me up after a shoddy Skegness job a few years back.
I’m tender and sore. My skin has been stabbed within an inch of its life. But it’s the sweet pain of beauty. I’m pleased with the end result, but now I’m already planning another one. I’ve always fancied a tattoo on my foot. It would be rude not to!