Like age, a new year is just a number.
Thorns and stings
And those such things
Just make stronger
Our angel wings.
How very cool! Apparently, this poem has become quite a popular tattoo. There are no fewer than a dozen humans out there — including Katya Elise Henry — with various mods of this verse permanently inked on their bodies. I gotta say, as a beaming, blushing author that’s a little awesome.
I swing like a kid
and fall like an adult;
cry tears of gratitude
and pray in smiles;
hug and love, and later
hide under the covers;
wildly and humbly living
from dawn to the stars,
and ever back again.
If I’m losing balance in a pose, I stretch higher and God reaches down to steady me. It works every time, and not just in yoga.
Ink to paper is thoughtful
Ink to flesh, hard-core.
If Shakespeare were a tattooist
We’d appreciate body art more.
Success is a shell — don’t let it harden around your ego.
Failure is a shell — don’t let it harden around your ambition.
Sometimes the littlest inquiries produce the biggest results.
Friends make you smile — best friends make you giggle ’til you pee your pants.
Bodies tire out from carrying around too much heavy emotion.
Sometimes I get the feeling the aspirin companies are sponsoring my headaches.