I sat in Izy Coffee yesterday with a friend from Nepal.  I’ll call her Parvati.  We talked of many things, including her husband Prashant.  They’ve had the civil marriage ceremony in Nepal, but the three-day celebration of wedded love is yet to come, perhaps next June.

And … Parvati has invited me to her wedding!  Wow.  What a privilege to be included.  And what a blessing to experience a country far from my own.

And where to find the money to go?  Time will show me the way.

Parvati and I also talked about the tilak, the red dot between the eyebrows worn by many Hindu people.

The application of tilak is a significant tradition in Hindu culture, symbolizing a spiritual connection and awakening of consciousness.  It serves as a mark of devotion, cultural adherence, and protection against negative energies.

Such fine words … spiritual, connection, consciousness, devotion.  They’re rich in my life.  And I got thinking:

How about if I wear a symbol of my love?

Of people … of life

I’m not a Hindu so the red dot is not for me.  But what is?  Could it be that, after decades of saying “I’ll never wear a tattoo” that I will get one?  It boggles this small human mind.

And if yes to a tattoo, what about where?

The answer just came – on my right palm, so I can flash it at people.

And the fear just came – of pain.  Not much skin on the palm.  Lots of bones.  Hmm.

Okay.  What about a temporary tattoo?  Henna?

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Oh my

Lots of “Hmm”s

So, Bruce … What will you show to the world?