Ink.

It's no secret that Jewish people aren't supposed to get tattoos.

I know that.

You (might) know that.

And I'll admit it.

I thought that I would observe that.

Follow that belief. Law? Tradition. Rule?

I thought I'd adhere to it for my entire life.

And yet, I sometimes thought, what would I get if I ever DID change my mind?

What would I do - what sort of marking would I want on my body for-permanently-ever?

I don't know.

That's what I said to myself.

Then.

Because.

I didn't know.

And then that shifted.

I had thoughts.

I felt connected.

I had experiences.

I felt stronger for them.

And so. I decided.

I decided that I wanted to mark the moment.

Moments.

The change.

The feelings.

I wrote about this before.

Kinda sorta.

No Mud No Lotus.

I've written about another way of being marked before.

On the day she was born.

Why is this so different?

A moment of change.

Growth.

Strength.

And so. I write again.

And show you all.

I've been inked.

Twice.

On my own accord.

And once.

On the day I became a mom.

Different kinds of ink.

And yet.

Markings I'll remember forever.

The dragonfly symbolizes change, transformation, adaptability, and self-realization. It stands for wisdom, power, courage, energy, and magic. Soaring above all others with strength, joy, and bravery.

The dragonfly is also considered a symbol of good luck and represents positively embracing change for its freeing qualities.

The semicolon is a reminder that my story goes on, despite and/or because of, all I've experienced. ;

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