Hail Mary (tattoo)

Why am I writing about a Catholic prayer you ask?

Why in the health category?

Spiritual health for sure…  But it goes beyond that…  And through that…  And is that…

Why the Hail Mary?

Do I consider myself a practicing Catholic?  Well, sort of… and sort of not…

I am more than a “C & E Catholic”, if you know what I mean.  There are a number of aspects of Catholicism that I can appreciate on many levels.

That being said, the Church not allowing women to be priests and preaching that “the gays” are going to burn in hell put a real damper on buying in to the whole thing over time.  I admit that more than that has stopped me over the years from devoting myself completely to the religion.

But I do attend Mass fairly regularly again, since January of this year.  Granted, I found a Catholic Church that is really open and honest about accepting all people, not judging others and accepting everyone where they are at.  I love it that I can still have some of the ritual of prayer and Sacraments, the community of familiar faces meeting regularly, the singing… and that I can feel accepted there…

But whether I am a “practicing Catholic” or not… a “devoted Catholic” or not… I love the Hail Mary prayer.  Despite the fact that it is a prayer that I was “forced” to say on numerous occasions growing up, it has always been a prayer I default to in times of stress, fear etc – whether I was at the time involved in the church or in love with the church or in hate with the church – the Hail Mary prayer has always brought a sense of safety and healing my way.  I have already written about this prayer once on this website.  It is called “non-winning essay (What Would…)” and is in the Wollner’s Writing category.

More recently though… I have added another layer, so to speak, to my fondness of this prayer…

I think the idea of having the prayer tattooed on my body somewhere popped into my head years ago actually.  It was earlier this year that I decided it really needed to happen.  It was a few months ago when I ran into my tattoo artist at the local co-op. She suggested I get it in my mother’s handwriting.  Brilliant.  I had been playing around with different font ideas and was unable to make up my mind and “know” what was going to be best.  Until that moment.

And so, the plan was set…  I saw my mother soon after that at a family reunion in July.  Bare in mind that I have never been “out” about having tattoos to my parents.  I have worn long sleeves around them for years now.  I have not noticed tattoos on my relatives prior to this event and took advantage of the fact that one of my uncles walked by and was sportin’ some ink on his ankle area.  I asked my mother about it and took the opportunity to bring up my idea.

“I want to get a tattoo and I need your help.”

There was a pause.  And then “What do you mean?  Do you need me to help you decide what?”

“No, I want to tattoo the Hail Mary on my arm and I want it to be in your handwriting.”

She agreed.  She started to write it out that day but we decided it best to look it up and make sure we had it “official”.  My parents visited me for a weekend and my mother brought a prayer book and wrote out the prayer in two different paragraph forms (not knowing which way would fit best on my arm).  I was thrilled.

I got the actual tattoo on September 15th.  It is on the inside of my left arm.  It was sharper and more painful than other tattoos of mine.  I imagine that this is true not only to the more sensitive area on my body physically, but also, the intensity and history behind the prayer and its meaning in my life.

I am looking forward to my mother seeing it.  It is a wonderful calming, healing reminder to me on a daily basis to breathe and be quiet, ask for help, and trust that I am not alone.  And, it is simply fascinating to recognize my mother’s handwriting – right there on my body…

 

My babiest brother is 30!

I just talked to my youngest brother.  He is 30 years old today!  I know he is an adult now, a fine man at that.  But he is still my “babiest” brother on some level.  Whenever I am around him or talking to him, I am filled with the feelings and memories of how excited I was at the ripe old age of ten when he came into my life.  I cherish my connection with him and am so proud of him…

Horse play…

I have a horse now.  He is about 14 years old.  I have named him Sweet Potato and will sometimes call him Yam for short.  I have only known him for a week but in that short amount of time have become quite fond of him and am looking forward to getting to know him better and learning how to ride him and take care of him.  He is currently staying in a stall until he gains some weight and his wounds heal (he had been neglected for the past few years) at which point he can join the herd and be allowed to roam outside at times.

He is smaller than the other horses I have been spending time with and periodically riding.  He had belonged, at one point, to kids who showed him in 4-H events and been ridden Western style.  This means he will be easier for me to ride until I can become better skilled at the art and sport of horseback riding.

I really can’t even say how excited and grateful I am at this opportunity.  I know that the physical act of riding a horse will allow me to further strengthen my core muscles and therefore help my back continue to heal and become stronger.  In addition though, he and the other horses out at the stables where he resides are all wonderful for my emotional and spiritual health as well.  I love being out in the country, seeing the sky so clearly, and the work of doing chores.  I love figuring out the non-verbal forms of communication amongst the herd and us visiting humans… the great deal of respect and love they show for one another…

I have had the opportunity to do some energy work on some of the horses too.  It has become quite mutual, the healing that occurs when I am around them.  And the laughter…

I loved to ride horses when I was much younger.  I am really grateful and it is really fun to have ‘horse play’ back in my life…

3 Cats…

Just so everyone knows, Bubba and Mr. Whiskers moved with me.  Bubba is now 15 years old!  It is amazing to me to think that he has been in my life that long.  He survived the loss of three siblings in a short amount of time but Mr. Whiskers coming into his life allowed him to re-gain some energy and take over as alpha for the first time.  The two of them adjusted well to the new house and appreciate the fact that they have a great number of windows with spots to sit and look out at all of the squirrels etc. around the house.  They do not appreciate the stray cat in the neighborhood so much but I believe they have now hissed at him enough through the windows that he is leaving them alone now.  The two of them were essential in my earlier phases of grief at the beginning of the year.

They have welcomed another cat into our lives.  She is young, less than a year old, and her original owner had to move out of State and was planning on taking her to the shelter.  Bubba and Mr. Whiskers graciously agreed to be a foster home for her instead.  And, we all fell in love with her right away.  She is orange, a darker shade than Bubba, and has more white than he does as well.  She runs, a lot, and plays, a lot, and is pretty much on the move all of the time.  Occasionally the boys will wrestle with her but, for the most part, we all sit back and watch her entertain us…

Her original name was Chloe but we have just been calling her the ‘baby girl’ or ‘baby kitty’ for now.  Considering other names or whether she really wants to be called Chloe…

Still alive…

Well, I am still alive… Haven’t had internet access at home until now and it has been a busy year.  I moved in April.  Bought a new house and have been busy trying to unpack and organize and figure out what all needs to be done before winter.  I recently had all but two windows replaced so that felt like a seriously grown-up accomplishment.  I have been busy learning how to grocery shop and cook for myself.  I am open to any recipes…  My family has been extremely supportive through the life changes of this year and I am grateful for all of my friends as well who have been there for me.  Perhaps I can get back on track with my writing and this website now that I seem to be moving beyond survival mode and more into routine and successful growth again…