sandmansister: (Tick - Thinks)
So... I'm still pondering my next tattoo. I know what I want it to say, but I'm still trying to figure out the execution. I have some ideas, of course, but wanted to check in with the VURD to get other opinions and/or troubleshoot things that may not have occurred to me.

I want it to say Be present for everything. My initial feeling was that I didn't want it in English, but I'm torn as to what language would be appropriate. Now I'm questioning that initial gut reaction. If the point is for me to have a message/reminder to myself, then what's wrong with one's mother tongue?

The tat will happen soon, one way or the other. Just trying to figure out what form of expression will make me happiest in the long run.


[Poll #1777280]
sandmansister: (Tick - Thinks)
So... I'm still pondering my next tattoo. I know what I want it to say, but I'm still trying to figure out the execution. I have some ideas, of course, but wanted to check in with the VURD to get other opinions and/or troubleshoot things that may not have occurred to me.

I want it to say Be present for everything. My initial feeling was that I didn't want it in English, but I'm torn as to what language would be appropriate. Now I'm questioning that initial gut reaction. If the point is for me to have a message/reminder to myself, then what's wrong with one's mother tongue?

The tat will happen soon, one way or the other. Just trying to figure out what form of expression will make me happiest in the long run.


[Poll #1777280]
sandmansister: (Tick - Thinks)
So... I'm still pondering my next tattoo. I know what I want it to say, but I'm still trying to figure out the execution. I have some ideas, of course, but wanted to check in with the VURD to get other opinions and/or troubleshoot things that may not have occurred to me.

I want it to say Be present for everything. My initial feeling was that I didn't want it in English, but I'm torn as to what language would be appropriate. Now I'm questioning that initial gut reaction. If the point is for me to have a message/reminder to myself, then what's wrong with one's mother tongue?

The tat will happen soon, one way or the other. Just trying to figure out what form of expression will make me happiest in the long run.


[Poll #1777280]
sandmansister: (Tick - Thinks)
So... I'm still pondering my next tattoo. I know what I want it to say, but I'm still trying to figure out the execution. I have some ideas, of course, but wanted to check in with the VURD to get other opinions and/or troubleshoot things that may not have occurred to me.

I want it to say Be present for everything. My initial feeling was that I didn't want it in English, but I'm torn as to what language would be appropriate. Now I'm questioning that initial gut reaction. If the point is for me to have a message/reminder to myself, then what's wrong with one's mother tongue?

The tat will happen soon, one way or the other. Just trying to figure out what form of expression will make me happiest in the long run.


[Poll #1777280]
sandmansister: (Music lover)
It's been too long between substantial posts. Work, faire, life... they all conspire. But until I find brain space to update, I have a story to tell.

You see, I am a very fortunate girl who knows and loves amazing people. Fortunately, most of them return the sentiment and I get to have amazing experiences because of it.

On Friday, April 29th, I got to go to a private, back yard concert by Tish Hinojosa. She's a Latina singer/songwriter and of course, Jimmy was the one who introduced me to her. It's not my usual, but he taught me to appreciate the simple, true-to-life stories and heartfelt Tejana style.



He's been gone since February of 2004, but as Leslie so rightly pointed out, he still throws a great party. Here's the back-story:

Jimmy purchased the domain name "Tish.com" to put up a fan site, but never felt his offerings were worthy of publishing on the interwebs (as if!). So when it came up for renewal, someone else wanted to purchase it. Judy (Jimmy's mom) received the request and didn't feel right about letting it go without notifying Tish first.

Judy reached out through Tish's Web site and received a reply back. Of course she remembered Jimmy; he came to every Dallas show and always had a doll from his travels for her daughter. Tish was very upset to hear of his passing, and honored to know that A Song for the Journey was the closing song played at his memorial. She was going to be in Texas at the end of April and offered a private concert for Jimmy's friends.

I wish I had words for the experience. I am still processing the mix of emotions. The music was perfection - Texas songs under the stars on a warm Spring evening. Candle light. Good beer. Dear friends, and the notable absence of the one who brought us together.

It's so fitting that a performer on Tish's level remembers Jimmy. His passion for music (and, really, all of life) made him shine so brightly. What a wonderful confirmation for us who know and love him—yes, present tense usage is intentional—to realize that his special way of interacting with the world was noticeable and memorable to someone who meets so many people across the world.



Then there were the reunions. I haven't seen Jo since... Lordy, I don't know when. His memorial, maybe? That's a damn shame. But the hugs and laughter picked up as if no time had passed. I'd seen Shawn once or twice and we've kept in touch online, but I couldn't stop hugging him! I got lost in the hug, in fact. Time stopped and I cried. Sorrow of loss? Joy of reuniting? Both.

Chris, too. I will never forget the Von Ehrics show right after Jimmy died. It was my birthday and I decided to drown sorrows in a rockabilly show, not knowing my beloved Chris was the drummer. We couldn't stop hugging that night, either. Just a couple of schmoobly idiots grinning and snuggling in the middle of a mosh pit.

And let's not get started on his sister Carol. She hasn't changed one iota. It's unnatural. Jo & I agreed that she's luring virgins and sacrificing them in her basement. She just giggled and smiled. Wicked creature (and I love her for it)!








That night was also the first Red Star Reunion. See, Lesa & Leslie adopted a star for Jimmy. It rises on his birthday and is high overhead when he left us. They got star tattoos (in red, because if Jimmy were a color it would be passionate and vibrant red) to commemorate. Shawn did, too. And later, Judy & I joined the ranks.



It sounds like a pretty simple story, but if you could hear the music and love behind the lame words... I'll never forget the experience, and the people who shared it with me.
sandmansister: (Music lover)
It's been too long between substantial posts. Work, faire, life... they all conspire. But until I find brain space to update, I have a story to tell.

You see, I am a very fortunate girl who knows and loves amazing people. Fortunately, most of them return the sentiment and I get to have amazing experiences because of it.

On Friday, April 29th, I got to go to a private, back yard concert by Tish Hinojosa. She's a Latina singer/songwriter and of course, Jimmy was the one who introduced me to her. It's not my usual, but he taught me to appreciate the simple, true-to-life stories and heartfelt Tejana style.



He's been gone since February of 2004, but as Leslie so rightly pointed out, he still throws a great party. Here's the back-story:

Jimmy purchased the domain name "Tish.com" to put up a fan site, but never felt his offerings were worthy of publishing on the interwebs (as if!). So when it came up for renewal, someone else wanted to purchase it. Judy (Jimmy's mom) received the request and didn't feel right about letting it go without notifying Tish first.

Judy reached out through Tish's Web site and received a reply back. Of course she remembered Jimmy; he came to every Dallas show and always had a doll from his travels for her daughter. Tish was very upset to hear of his passing, and honored to know that A Song for the Journey was the closing song played at his memorial. She was going to be in Texas at the end of April and offered a private concert for Jimmy's friends.

I wish I had words for the experience. I am still processing the mix of emotions. The music was perfection - Texas songs under the stars on a warm Spring evening. Candle light. Good beer. Dear friends, and the notable absence of the one who brought us together.

It's so fitting that a performer on Tish's level remembers Jimmy. His passion for music (and, really, all of life) made him shine so brightly. What a wonderful confirmation for us who know and love him—yes, present tense usage is intentional—to realize that his special way of interacting with the world was noticeable and memorable to someone who meets so many people across the world.



Then there were the reunions. I haven't seen Jo since... Lordy, I don't know when. His memorial, maybe? That's a damn shame. But the hugs and laughter picked up as if no time had passed. I'd seen Shawn once or twice and we've kept in touch online, but I couldn't stop hugging him! I got lost in the hug, in fact. Time stopped and I cried. Sorrow of loss? Joy of reuniting? Both.

Chris, too. I will never forget the Von Ehrics show right after Jimmy died. It was my birthday and I decided to drown sorrows in a rockabilly show, not knowing my beloved Chris was the drummer. We couldn't stop hugging that night, either. Just a couple of schmoobly idiots grinning and snuggling in the middle of a mosh pit.

And let's not get started on his sister Carol. She hasn't changed one iota. It's unnatural. Jo & I agreed that she's luring virgins and sacrificing them in her basement. She just giggled and smiled. Wicked creature (and I love her for it)!








That night was also the first Red Star Reunion. See, Lesa & Leslie adopted a star for Jimmy. It rises on his birthday and is high overhead when he left us. They got star tattoos (in red, because if Jimmy were a color it would be passionate and vibrant red) to commemorate. Shawn did, too. And later, Judy & I joined the ranks.



It sounds like a pretty simple story, but if you could hear the music and love behind the lame words... I'll never forget the experience, and the people who shared it with me.
sandmansister: (Music lover)
It's been too long between substantial posts. Work, faire, life... they all conspire. But until I find brain space to update, I have a story to tell.

You see, I am a very fortunate girl who knows and loves amazing people. Fortunately, most of them return the sentiment and I get to have amazing experiences because of it.

On Friday, April 29th, I got to go to a private, back yard concert by Tish Hinojosa. She's a Latina singer/songwriter and of course, Jimmy was the one who introduced me to her. It's not my usual, but he taught me to appreciate the simple, true-to-life stories and heartfelt Tejana style.



He's been gone since February of 2004, but as Leslie so rightly pointed out, he still throws a great party. Here's the back-story:

Jimmy purchased the domain name "Tish.com" to put up a fan site, but never felt his offerings were worthy of publishing on the interwebs (as if!). So when it came up for renewal, someone else wanted to purchase it. Judy (Jimmy's mom) received the request and didn't feel right about letting it go without notifying Tish first.

Judy reached out through Tish's Web site and received a reply back. Of course she remembered Jimmy; he came to every Dallas show and always had a doll from his travels for her daughter. Tish was very upset to hear of his passing, and honored to know that A Song for the Journey was the closing song played at his memorial. She was going to be in Texas at the end of April and offered a private concert for Jimmy's friends.

I wish I had words for the experience. I am still processing the mix of emotions. The music was perfection - Texas songs under the stars on a warm Spring evening. Candle light. Good beer. Dear friends, and the notable absence of the one who brought us together.

It's so fitting that a performer on Tish's level remembers Jimmy. His passion for music (and, really, all of life) made him shine so brightly. What a wonderful confirmation for us who know and love him—yes, present tense usage is intentional—to realize that his special way of interacting with the world was noticeable and memorable to someone who meets so many people across the world.



Then there were the reunions. I haven't seen Jo since... Lordy, I don't know when. His memorial, maybe? That's a damn shame. But the hugs and laughter picked up as if no time had passed. I'd seen Shawn once or twice and we've kept in touch online, but I couldn't stop hugging him! I got lost in the hug, in fact. Time stopped and I cried. Sorrow of loss? Joy of reuniting? Both.

Chris, too. I will never forget the Von Ehrics show right after Jimmy died. It was my birthday and I decided to drown sorrows in a rockabilly show, not knowing my beloved Chris was the drummer. We couldn't stop hugging that night, either. Just a couple of schmoobly idiots grinning and snuggling in the middle of a mosh pit.

And let's not get started on his sister Carol. She hasn't changed one iota. It's unnatural. Jo & I agreed that she's luring virgins and sacrificing them in her basement. She just giggled and smiled. Wicked creature (and I love her for it)!








That night was also the first Red Star Reunion. See, Lesa & Leslie adopted a star for Jimmy. It rises on his birthday and is high overhead when he left us. They got star tattoos (in red, because if Jimmy were a color it would be passionate and vibrant red) to commemorate. Shawn did, too. And later, Judy & I joined the ranks.



It sounds like a pretty simple story, but if you could hear the music and love behind the lame words... I'll never forget the experience, and the people who shared it with me.
sandmansister: (Music lover)
It's been too long between substantial posts. Work, faire, life... they all conspire. But until I find brain space to update, I have a story to tell.

You see, I am a very fortunate girl who knows and loves amazing people. Fortunately, most of them return the sentiment and I get to have amazing experiences because of it.

On Friday, April 29th, I got to go to a private, back yard concert by Tish Hinojosa. She's a Latina singer/songwriter and of course, Jimmy was the one who introduced me to her. It's not my usual, but he taught me to appreciate the simple, true-to-life stories and heartfelt Tejana style.



He's been gone since February of 2004, but as Leslie so rightly pointed out, he still throws a great party. Here's the back-story:

Jimmy purchased the domain name "Tish.com" to put up a fan site, but never felt his offerings were worthy of publishing on the interwebs (as if!). So when it came up for renewal, someone else wanted to purchase it. Judy (Jimmy's mom) received the request and didn't feel right about letting it go without notifying Tish first.

Judy reached out through Tish's Web site and received a reply back. Of course she remembered Jimmy; he came to every Dallas show and always had a doll from his travels for her daughter. Tish was very upset to hear of his passing, and honored to know that A Song for the Journey was the closing song played at his memorial. She was going to be in Texas at the end of April and offered a private concert for Jimmy's friends.

I wish I had words for the experience. I am still processing the mix of emotions. The music was perfection - Texas songs under the stars on a warm Spring evening. Candle light. Good beer. Dear friends, and the notable absence of the one who brought us together.

It's so fitting that a performer on Tish's level remembers Jimmy. His passion for music (and, really, all of life) made him shine so brightly. What a wonderful confirmation for us who know and love him—yes, present tense usage is intentional—to realize that his special way of interacting with the world was noticeable and memorable to someone who meets so many people across the world.



Then there were the reunions. I haven't seen Jo since... Lordy, I don't know when. His memorial, maybe? That's a damn shame. But the hugs and laughter picked up as if no time had passed. I'd seen Shawn once or twice and we've kept in touch online, but I couldn't stop hugging him! I got lost in the hug, in fact. Time stopped and I cried. Sorrow of loss? Joy of reuniting? Both.

Chris, too. I will never forget the Von Ehrics show right after Jimmy died. It was my birthday and I decided to drown sorrows in a rockabilly show, not knowing my beloved Chris was the drummer. We couldn't stop hugging that night, either. Just a couple of schmoobly idiots grinning and snuggling in the middle of a mosh pit.

And let's not get started on his sister Carol. She hasn't changed one iota. It's unnatural. Jo & I agreed that she's luring virgins and sacrificing them in her basement. She just giggled and smiled. Wicked creature (and I love her for it)!








That night was also the first Red Star Reunion. See, Lesa & Leslie adopted a star for Jimmy. It rises on his birthday and is high overhead when he left us. They got star tattoos (in red, because if Jimmy were a color it would be passionate and vibrant red) to commemorate. Shawn did, too. And later, Judy & I joined the ranks.



It sounds like a pretty simple story, but if you could hear the music and love behind the lame words... I'll never forget the experience, and the people who shared it with me.
sandmansister: (Real Me)
Tuesday night was a string of perfect moments, back-to-back-to-back. (I know, I know... when I am Enlightened I will realize that they are *all* perfect, but until I am that smart, I will simply say that I was more aware of the perfection of Tuesday.)

Met with MomJudy and two new friends—L & L—who worked with Jimmy at the CD store. Those of you at his memorial may remember them as those who dedicated a star to him. (It rises on his birthday and is high overhead on the day he left us.) To continue the symbolism and further honor his memory, we got red star tattoos ('cuz if he were a color he would certainly be red). Ogie already had one, as did L & L, so Judy and I make 5. (We should totally form a punk band: Red Star Quintet.)

Caleb at Saints and Sinners did the honors. They have a new location in Oak Cliff's Bishop Arts District (♥ that area!), so there was quick window shopping of funkiness before heading down the street to The Quinn to toast the occasion... and seal the bond of friendships old and new.

As we said to Ogie... aaaaah, the smell of fresh ink wafting over a Guinness...

We relaxed on the patio, sharing memories and stories and basking in the mutual love of our sweetest friend. MomJudy was right... he would love that we're still close, and that he's brought even more people together.

I knew the Powers That Be smiled upon us when most of the patio patrons had cleared out, but one lone girl apppeared. She couldn't help but overhear the conversation, and commented that we were having a great girls' night out. We asked her to join us, and when she asked about the occasion we shared the story, including the date of his birth... which just happens to be hers, too. It felt like a benediction, grace from the great unknown.

"Forever" was queued on my CD player when I reluctantly got in the car to head home. I opened the moon roof and sang along at the top of my lungs. Something about that song in that moment felt perfect, though I couldn't decide if I was singing to Jimmy, or he was singing to me. There were things I'd want to tell him in those lyrics, but certain other parts rang true as things he would say to me.

No matter... we communed on some level in our spirits then. And it was perfection (the kind that may or may not have included commingled tears of joy and sorrow).

Forever
~ Bruderschaft

I don't believe in the existence of mercy's guiding hand...
Not with all that I have witnessed, I cannot understand.
Forever burdened with the knowledge that I could have been so much more
When the truth is hard to suffer, I knew this all before.

There is no comfort in faith, the heavens still will fall.
A thousand towers rise before me and I cannot climb them all.
There is no kind of joy in this, there is no time that it can heal,
When emptiness enshadows bliss, there is nothing left to feel.

I have not abandoned hope, though I know there's nothing more.
Tired and alone, you forget what you hoped for.

I will walk this ground forever
and stand guard against your name.
I will give all I can offer,
I will shoulder all the blame.
I am sentry to you now,
all your hopes and all your dreams.
I will hold you to the light,
that's what forever means.

I was never what you wanted, I could never never please.
I swallowed all our sorrow in the midst of my disease.
All my fortunes, all my gains, all the battles I have won...
Now collapsing like the rain, I stand alone, your only son...

Take some solace in these words, take notice of this place.
Hollow whispers that they are, like the wind upon my face.
Sing softly in my ear and look at me with wonder.
I will try to ease your fear as the darkness pulls you under.

I will walk this ground forever
and stand guard against your name.
I will give all I can offer,
I will shoulder all the blame.
I am sentry to you now,
all your hopes and all your dreams.
I will hold you to the light,
that's what forever means.
sandmansister: (Real Me)
Tuesday night was a string of perfect moments, back-to-back-to-back. (I know, I know... when I am Enlightened I will realize that they are *all* perfect, but until I am that smart, I will simply say that I was more aware of the perfection of Tuesday.)

Met with MomJudy and two new friends—L & L—who worked with Jimmy at the CD store. Those of you at his memorial may remember them as those who dedicated a star to him. (It rises on his birthday and is high overhead on the day he left us.) To continue the symbolism and further honor his memory, we got red star tattoos ('cuz if he were a color he would certainly be red). Ogie already had one, as did L & L, so Judy and I make 5. (We should totally form a punk band: Red Star Quintet.)

Caleb at Saints and Sinners did the honors. They have a new location in Oak Cliff's Bishop Arts District (♥ that area!), so there was quick window shopping of funkiness before heading down the street to The Quinn to toast the occasion... and seal the bond of friendships old and new.

As we said to Ogie... aaaaah, the smell of fresh ink wafting over a Guinness...

We relaxed on the patio, sharing memories and stories and basking in the mutual love of our sweetest friend. MomJudy was right... he would love that we're still close, and that he's brought even more people together.

I knew the Powers That Be smiled upon us when most of the patio patrons had cleared out, but one lone girl apppeared. She couldn't help but overhear the conversation, and commented that we were having a great girls' night out. We asked her to join us, and when she asked about the occasion we shared the story, including the date of his birth... which just happens to be hers, too. It felt like a benediction, grace from the great unknown.

"Forever" was queued on my CD player when I reluctantly got in the car to head home. I opened the moon roof and sang along at the top of my lungs. Something about that song in that moment felt perfect, though I couldn't decide if I was singing to Jimmy, or he was singing to me. There were things I'd want to tell him in those lyrics, but certain other parts rang true as things he would say to me.

No matter... we communed on some level in our spirits then. And it was perfection (the kind that may or may not have included commingled tears of joy and sorrow).

Forever
~ Bruderschaft

I don't believe in the existence of mercy's guiding hand...
Not with all that I have witnessed, I cannot understand.
Forever burdened with the knowledge that I could have been so much more
When the truth is hard to suffer, I knew this all before.

There is no comfort in faith, the heavens still will fall.
A thousand towers rise before me and I cannot climb them all.
There is no kind of joy in this, there is no time that it can heal,
When emptiness enshadows bliss, there is nothing left to feel.

I have not abandoned hope, though I know there's nothing more.
Tired and alone, you forget what you hoped for.

I will walk this ground forever
and stand guard against your name.
I will give all I can offer,
I will shoulder all the blame.
I am sentry to you now,
all your hopes and all your dreams.
I will hold you to the light,
that's what forever means.

I was never what you wanted, I could never never please.
I swallowed all our sorrow in the midst of my disease.
All my fortunes, all my gains, all the battles I have won...
Now collapsing like the rain, I stand alone, your only son...

Take some solace in these words, take notice of this place.
Hollow whispers that they are, like the wind upon my face.
Sing softly in my ear and look at me with wonder.
I will try to ease your fear as the darkness pulls you under.

I will walk this ground forever
and stand guard against your name.
I will give all I can offer,
I will shoulder all the blame.
I am sentry to you now,
all your hopes and all your dreams.
I will hold you to the light,
that's what forever means.
sandmansister: (Real Me)
Tuesday night was a string of perfect moments, back-to-back-to-back. (I know, I know... when I am Enlightened I will realize that they are *all* perfect, but until I am that smart, I will simply say that I was more aware of the perfection of Tuesday.)

Met with MomJudy and two new friends—L & L—who worked with Jimmy at the CD store. Those of you at his memorial may remember them as those who dedicated a star to him. (It rises on his birthday and is high overhead on the day he left us.) To continue the symbolism and further honor his memory, we got red star tattoos ('cuz if he were a color he would certainly be red). Ogie already had one, as did L & L, so Judy and I make 5. (We should totally form a punk band: Red Star Quintet.)

Caleb at Saints and Sinners did the honors. They have a new location in Oak Cliff's Bishop Arts District (♥ that area!), so there was quick window shopping of funkiness before heading down the street to The Quinn to toast the occasion... and seal the bond of friendships old and new.

As we said to Ogie... aaaaah, the smell of fresh ink wafting over a Guinness...

We relaxed on the patio, sharing memories and stories and basking in the mutual love of our sweetest friend. MomJudy was right... he would love that we're still close, and that he's brought even more people together.

I knew the Powers That Be smiled upon us when most of the patio patrons had cleared out, but one lone girl apppeared. She couldn't help but overhear the conversation, and commented that we were having a great girls' night out. We asked her to join us, and when she asked about the occasion we shared the story, including the date of his birth... which just happens to be hers, too. It felt like a benediction, grace from the great unknown.

"Forever" was queued on my CD player when I reluctantly got in the car to head home. I opened the moon roof and sang along at the top of my lungs. Something about that song in that moment felt perfect, though I couldn't decide if I was singing to Jimmy, or he was singing to me. There were things I'd want to tell him in those lyrics, but certain other parts rang true as things he would say to me.

No matter... we communed on some level in our spirits then. And it was perfection (the kind that may or may not have included commingled tears of joy and sorrow).

Forever
~ Bruderschaft

I don't believe in the existence of mercy's guiding hand...
Not with all that I have witnessed, I cannot understand.
Forever burdened with the knowledge that I could have been so much more
When the truth is hard to suffer, I knew this all before.

There is no comfort in faith, the heavens still will fall.
A thousand towers rise before me and I cannot climb them all.
There is no kind of joy in this, there is no time that it can heal,
When emptiness enshadows bliss, there is nothing left to feel.

I have not abandoned hope, though I know there's nothing more.
Tired and alone, you forget what you hoped for.

I will walk this ground forever
and stand guard against your name.
I will give all I can offer,
I will shoulder all the blame.
I am sentry to you now,
all your hopes and all your dreams.
I will hold you to the light,
that's what forever means.

I was never what you wanted, I could never never please.
I swallowed all our sorrow in the midst of my disease.
All my fortunes, all my gains, all the battles I have won...
Now collapsing like the rain, I stand alone, your only son...

Take some solace in these words, take notice of this place.
Hollow whispers that they are, like the wind upon my face.
Sing softly in my ear and look at me with wonder.
I will try to ease your fear as the darkness pulls you under.

I will walk this ground forever
and stand guard against your name.
I will give all I can offer,
I will shoulder all the blame.
I am sentry to you now,
all your hopes and all your dreams.
I will hold you to the light,
that's what forever means.
sandmansister: (Real Me)
Tuesday night was a string of perfect moments, back-to-back-to-back. (I know, I know... when I am Enlightened I will realize that they are *all* perfect, but until I am that smart, I will simply say that I was more aware of the perfection of Tuesday.)

Met with MomJudy and two new friends—L & L—who worked with Jimmy at the CD store. Those of you at his memorial may remember them as those who dedicated a star to him. (It rises on his birthday and is high overhead on the day he left us.) To continue the symbolism and further honor his memory, we got red star tattoos ('cuz if he were a color he would certainly be red). Ogie already had one, as did L & L, so Judy and I make 5. (We should totally form a punk band: Red Star Quintet.)

Caleb at Saints and Sinners did the honors. They have a new location in Oak Cliff's Bishop Arts District (♥ that area!), so there was quick window shopping of funkiness before heading down the street to The Quinn to toast the occasion... and seal the bond of friendships old and new.

As we said to Ogie... aaaaah, the smell of fresh ink wafting over a Guinness...

We relaxed on the patio, sharing memories and stories and basking in the mutual love of our sweetest friend. MomJudy was right... he would love that we're still close, and that he's brought even more people together.

I knew the Powers That Be smiled upon us when most of the patio patrons had cleared out, but one lone girl apppeared. She couldn't help but overhear the conversation, and commented that we were having a great girls' night out. We asked her to join us, and when she asked about the occasion we shared the story, including the date of his birth... which just happens to be hers, too. It felt like a benediction, grace from the great unknown.

"Forever" was queued on my CD player when I reluctantly got in the car to head home. I opened the moon roof and sang along at the top of my lungs. Something about that song in that moment felt perfect, though I couldn't decide if I was singing to Jimmy, or he was singing to me. There were things I'd want to tell him in those lyrics, but certain other parts rang true as things he would say to me.

No matter... we communed on some level in our spirits then. And it was perfection (the kind that may or may not have included commingled tears of joy and sorrow).

Forever
~ Bruderschaft

I don't believe in the existence of mercy's guiding hand...
Not with all that I have witnessed, I cannot understand.
Forever burdened with the knowledge that I could have been so much more
When the truth is hard to suffer, I knew this all before.

There is no comfort in faith, the heavens still will fall.
A thousand towers rise before me and I cannot climb them all.
There is no kind of joy in this, there is no time that it can heal,
When emptiness enshadows bliss, there is nothing left to feel.

I have not abandoned hope, though I know there's nothing more.
Tired and alone, you forget what you hoped for.

I will walk this ground forever
and stand guard against your name.
I will give all I can offer,
I will shoulder all the blame.
I am sentry to you now,
all your hopes and all your dreams.
I will hold you to the light,
that's what forever means.

I was never what you wanted, I could never never please.
I swallowed all our sorrow in the midst of my disease.
All my fortunes, all my gains, all the battles I have won...
Now collapsing like the rain, I stand alone, your only son...

Take some solace in these words, take notice of this place.
Hollow whispers that they are, like the wind upon my face.
Sing softly in my ear and look at me with wonder.
I will try to ease your fear as the darkness pulls you under.

I will walk this ground forever
and stand guard against your name.
I will give all I can offer,
I will shoulder all the blame.
I am sentry to you now,
all your hopes and all your dreams.
I will hold you to the light,
that's what forever means.
sandmansister: (Frieda - ORLY?)
So last night I was heading home from My fabulous chiropractor (a.k.a. Dr. Steve) for a much needed ajustment—OMG was my last visit really APRIL?!? No wonder I'm a wreck!—and I was struck by an impulse.

No, it didn't hurt.

Well, the impulse striking didn't. But there was pain involved, however worthwhile.

See, when most people do impulse purchases things like chocolate or shoes or CDs or books are involved. That's usually how I do it, too.

But I saw the Denton Tattoo Company (owned by this guy Reb recommended) and I had been meaning to get my root chakra tattoo fo' evah evah... so...

... I did it.

Wanna see? )

Yep, I am a happy girl. And if you want something small, they're running a special. If you can fit the entire design in a 2 1/2" circle, it's only $50 on Fridays. How cool is that?
sandmansister: (Frieda - ORLY?)
So last night I was heading home from My fabulous chiropractor (a.k.a. Dr. Steve) for a much needed ajustment—OMG was my last visit really APRIL?!? No wonder I'm a wreck!—and I was struck by an impulse.

No, it didn't hurt.

Well, the impulse striking didn't. But there was pain involved, however worthwhile.

See, when most people do impulse purchases things like chocolate or shoes or CDs or books are involved. That's usually how I do it, too.

But I saw the Denton Tattoo Company (owned by this guy Reb recommended) and I had been meaning to get my root chakra tattoo fo' evah evah... so...

... I did it.

Wanna see? )

Yep, I am a happy girl. And if you want something small, they're running a special. If you can fit the entire design in a 2 1/2" circle, it's only $50 on Fridays. How cool is that?
sandmansister: (Frieda - ORLY?)
So last night I was heading home from My fabulous chiropractor (a.k.a. Dr. Steve) for a much needed ajustment—OMG was my last visit really APRIL?!? No wonder I'm a wreck!—and I was struck by an impulse.

No, it didn't hurt.

Well, the impulse striking didn't. But there was pain involved, however worthwhile.

See, when most people do impulse purchases things like chocolate or shoes or CDs or books are involved. That's usually how I do it, too.

But I saw the Denton Tattoo Company (owned by this guy Reb recommended) and I had been meaning to get my root chakra tattoo fo' evah evah... so...

... I did it.

Wanna see? )

Yep, I am a happy girl. And if you want something small, they're running a special. If you can fit the entire design in a 2 1/2" circle, it's only $50 on Fridays. How cool is that?
sandmansister: (Frieda - ORLY?)
So last night I was heading home from My fabulous chiropractor (a.k.a. Dr. Steve) for a much needed ajustment—OMG was my last visit really APRIL?!? No wonder I'm a wreck!—and I was struck by an impulse.

No, it didn't hurt.

Well, the impulse striking didn't. But there was pain involved, however worthwhile.

See, when most people do impulse purchases things like chocolate or shoes or CDs or books are involved. That's usually how I do it, too.

But I saw the Denton Tattoo Company (owned by this guy Reb recommended) and I had been meaning to get my root chakra tattoo fo' evah evah... so...

... I did it.

Wanna see? )

Yep, I am a happy girl. And if you want something small, they're running a special. If you can fit the entire design in a 2 1/2" circle, it's only $50 on Fridays. How cool is that?
sandmansister: (Toon - Funky Content)
Been feeling the urge to get new ink for some time, and lately the itch has grown stronger. [livejournal.com profile] turtliewings' post today added more fuel to the fire. I think it will happen in the next week or two.

What, you may ask, am I doing to myself now? Well, I am mostly fire and air; grounding has never been my thing. I don't want to be too earthbound, but I have to remember that I live here, and bring this into balance (though my [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool is helping a lot in this area).

So... I thought I should make the root chakra a visual cue, a visibly permanent part of me (ankle and not sure why but left feels right).

Found a couple images online that suit me well. A snip for embedded images )

I'm getting excited to have a new pretty, and see what changes it engenders in me.
sandmansister: (Toon - Funky Content)
Been feeling the urge to get new ink for some time, and lately the itch has grown stronger. [livejournal.com profile] turtliewings' post today added more fuel to the fire. I think it will happen in the next week or two.

What, you may ask, am I doing to myself now? Well, I am mostly fire and air; grounding has never been my thing. I don't want to be too earthbound, but I have to remember that I live here, and bring this into balance (though my [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool is helping a lot in this area).

So... I thought I should make the root chakra a visual cue, a visibly permanent part of me (ankle and not sure why but left feels right).

Found a couple images online that suit me well. A snip for embedded images )

I'm getting excited to have a new pretty, and see what changes it engenders in me.
sandmansister: (Toon - Funky Content)
Been feeling the urge to get new ink for some time, and lately the itch has grown stronger. [livejournal.com profile] turtliewings' post today added more fuel to the fire. I think it will happen in the next week or two.

What, you may ask, am I doing to myself now? Well, I am mostly fire and air; grounding has never been my thing. I don't want to be too earthbound, but I have to remember that I live here, and bring this into balance (though my [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool is helping a lot in this area).

So... I thought I should make the root chakra a visual cue, a visibly permanent part of me (ankle and not sure why but left feels right).

Found a couple images online that suit me well. A snip for embedded images )

I'm getting excited to have a new pretty, and see what changes it engenders in me.
sandmansister: (Toon - Funky Content)
Been feeling the urge to get new ink for some time, and lately the itch has grown stronger. [livejournal.com profile] turtliewings' post today added more fuel to the fire. I think it will happen in the next week or two.

What, you may ask, am I doing to myself now? Well, I am mostly fire and air; grounding has never been my thing. I don't want to be too earthbound, but I have to remember that I live here, and bring this into balance (though my [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool is helping a lot in this area).

So... I thought I should make the root chakra a visual cue, a visibly permanent part of me (ankle and not sure why but left feels right).

Found a couple images online that suit me well. A snip for embedded images )

I'm getting excited to have a new pretty, and see what changes it engenders in me.

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