(not so) Wee Update

Greetings faithful friends!

It's been a while.  Alas, it appears that once again I start something and don't follow through on keeping up with it regularly.  C'est la vie, as "they" say.  Indeed.

School has begun and I am really enjoying my students and getting to know them better.  I'm optimistic and hopeful, and also not as organized as I'd like to be.  This is all normal.  I am finding some successes with some goals I set for myself this year though, which is nice.  Today I am supposed to be working on my plans for the quarter, and here I sit writing on my blog.  This is also normal.  I'm a first rate procrastinator, and it seems to work okay for me, so why change?

Life with my son back in town is about how I expected it to be, which is not wonderful, but is still a little better than before as the lad matures a little and his phases of heinous tend to pass more quickly than previously.  Of course, they are also a bit more intense, but hopefully that will mellow as he finds more pride in what he is doing.  I am trying to learn to be better at my task as parent of a semi-adult.  It's a challenge, as always, so I love it.  I am a sucker for anything that challenges me to stretch and grow and improve.

Having a house-mate is also getting easier.  I'm adapting.  Life is smoothing out.  I'm always happier when I'm busy, so I'm feeling pretty upbeat now that life is busier.  Yippee.

I am super stoked because I'm getting tattoo number 5 this week.  It's nice to be getting back to an odd number, and to bring my body art back into balance with the type of symmetry that makes me smile with joy each time I think of it.  In less than 5 days, I will have both arms, both calves, and my upper back inked with cool pieces of me.

My legs will have imagery that represents what grounds me, where I came from, and what gives me my foundation:  Raven on the right, representing both my son and the Pacific Northwest where we finally found our home; a Jose Posada print of a Zapatista revolutionary lady charging the world on her steed will grace my left calf, representing my roots in the Southwest US, which coloured my history and still flavour my present and future with the warm tang of chili powder and the wide open spaces of possibility.

My upper arms have representations of who inspires me to be true and strong:  Pippi and Mr. Nelson on the left, Tank Girl and Booga on the right.  The ladies are my strong, feisty, childlike and loyal souls, and their companions are my friends/lovers who have helped me be strong and centered; my monkeys and mutants and freaky comrades.

My back is my center and my ancestry and the universe:  my triskele with the immortal trinity of all, and all of the ways that the number three echo in the universe throughout time.  The most powerful number of all:  3.


I'm excited to see how the new lady looks on my leg.  Yessirree.
Enough gushing for now.