Tattoos. Ink. Body art.
Call it what you will. I find it beautiful. Fascinating. Lovely.
Some folks think of tattoos as a permanent, serious commitment - and while that is true in some context, I tend to look at the body in which we live this life as temporary. Personally, this makes the thought of a little ink a lot less intimidating, a lot less serious, and a lot less scary… which brings me to my most recent addition.
While in Pai, Thailand recently, I took the plunge and got a long awaited bamboo tattoo. The artist attaches several fine needles to the end of a bamboo stick, dips it in ink, and ‘tap tap tap’, the tattoo is underway.
And let me tell you, it’s the way to go; no pain (sure, some ever-so-slight discomfort), no blood, no scabbing, and virtually no healing time. The ink is able to settle deeper, the artist is able to get more detailed, and it is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Bonus was I got to count the geckos running across the ceiling at any given moment. It’s how the monks roll, and I’ve come to the conclusion those Buddhists have got it mostly figured out.
Upon completion (about 50 minutes in the chair) I immediately wanted another. Until we meet again, Thailand.