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"Turtle" from The Sea is My Ugly Twin, in process by Johnny Wheatstraw, Vishnu Bunny Tattoo |
I got my first tattoo when I was 61. I’d planned to do it for a few decades, but I got busy and couldn’t decide what I wanted permanently etched on my pale, freckled skin. Imagine Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm with an anchor tat. Or Heidi of the Swiss Alps with a skull...
I knew I wanted a constant reminder to always bring my attention back to the Center—to what really matters—but I didn’t know what that reminder could be. Then I discovered the Sanskrit phrase, sat-chit-ananda, which refers to the true nature of reality, the tripart aspects of the god principle: truth, consciousness, bliss. So I put it on my left forearm with a lotus flower (a symbol of the mind), where I would see it everywhere I went.
Then, one night in the same year, Ray and I both dreamed about turtles. In some Native cultures, turtles represent the link or balance between earth/water and sky/spirit. The dream eventually became a poem, “Turtle,” which I included in my first-ever poetry book manuscript, The Sea is My Ugly Twin. Later that year, I signed my first-ever publishing contract for that book, and the turtle became my second tattoo, an “illustration” of the poem and the book, and a celebration of finally having a book published.
So that was me with fresh ink at age 61 and at least one foot pretty far down the rabbit hole.
Let’s zoom ahead. I just turned 69 this month. I will publish my 4th book, Stroke, Stroke, in February of next year. My 3rd book, Hysterian, comes out next month, and my 2nd book, The Book of Crooked Prayer, came out when I was 64. I also have two finished but unpublished manuscripts to shop around to publishers.
For each book/manuscript except one, I now have a tattoo representing one of the poems in that book. And the last design is in the works. The tattoos seem random to some, disconnected from each other, and I often have to explain them. (I should hand out wallet-size, laminated cards that explain them—a topographical map). You’ll have to buy the books to read the tat poems. You can go to Marcella Remund for links to buy the books, or check Finishing Line Press, or Amazon.
"Rapture" (cinquefoil flowers) from Some of This is True (unpublished) by Erin Bennett, Thistle & Ivy Tattoo |
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"I Have No Proof" (moon), from The Book of Crooked Prayer, design by my brother Joe Prescher, ink by Allison Haney, Moon Rae Tattoo "St. Brigid's Oak" from The Sin Ladder (unpublished) by Allison Haney |
"Hummingbird Moth" from Hysterian, by Erin Bennett |
Here’s a puzzler: The book tats are all on my right forearm (I need to keep sat-chit-ananda solo for focus). They’re all together on this arm because I want to see them—they’re for me, after all, not for anyone else—but I’m a stubby little short person with baby-sized forearms, and I’m running out of room. Also, it’s unlikely I’ll stop writing, so...
The takeaways from my little ink story? (1) You are NEVER too old to do what you love (both publishing and tattoos, for me); and (2) When someone says, “tattoos are addicting,” don’t laugh.