Yesterday I was able to attend my writers’ group meeting for the first time since March. It was wonderful. I rushed out of the house, running late, and forgot to take the pain pill that was almost due, or to tuck one in my pocket. So about half an hour in I started having trouble concentrating, trouble sitting still, trouble even following the thread of the conversation sometimes, but it was still wonderful. These are a group of talented, brilliant, compassionate women who celebrate each other’s successes and support each other through the dark times. There was laughter, there were tears, there were hugs, and there were concrete suggestions for problem-solving. These passionately creative women, all of whom are torn between multiple demands on their time on a daily basis, truly shared each other’s joy and pain. Which is why I decided (after a double dose of pain meds) to show my dedication to the group by, um, getting some ink. I texted our chapter president from the tattoo parlor to make sure I had our motto right, and I chose white ink since it shows up nicely with my olive complexion. Some of our thinner members may not have the surface area available to do this as a tramp stamp, but I had plenty to spare.
OK, I didn’t really get a tattoo. But if I did, it would be white ink, and this might just be what it would say . . . and where.
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. ~ Philippians 4:8
I’m betting this will be the only link on Dianna’s Saints and Scripture Sunday with a tattoo reference, but you should probably drop by just to make sure.