For those of you who thought I might have lost my mind using this word in the title of my blog, I begin with two definitions:
Tattoo (noun)
1. a rapid rhythmic rapping
2. a: a call sounded shortly before taps as notice to go to quarters
b: outdoor military exercise given by troops as evening entertainment
Tattoo (noun)
1. the act of tattooing; the fact of being tattooed
2. an indelible mark or figure fixed upon the body by insertion of pigment under the skin or production of scars
Invisible Tattoo.
The rapid rhythmic rapping that goes on inside my head that sometimes drowns out rational thought and reason.
The call to go to bed--ever a clarion call in my world.
The mild entertainment that I offer to fellow travelers in the last third of my journey. The indelible marks I have left--some not so nice--on others.
The indelible marks that make me who I am, scars-'n'-all.
And, the invisible tattoo that Daughters say is emblazoned on my forehead: "Tell me your life story." For those who could see the message and and who have responded with jaw-dropping stories, thanks!
And, thanks to you who are and will read these ramblings. Let me know what you think--good, bad, indifferent.... I'll begin with some writing I've done in the last couple of months, just to prime the pump.
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