I have wanted a tattoo for a long time. As in, over a decade. I've debated over what, if, where. One of my Pinterest boards is dedicated to inspiration and tattoos that please me aesthetically.
A pin that I kept coming back to was:
Cottonwood trees mean nothing to me, but I admire the way the leaves follow the contours of the body. I finally settled the debate; I want a leaf (or leaves) tattoo. But it has to be more than just a pretty picture. What leaf is tied to a memory?
That would be the ginkgo, The Living Dinosaur.
If you "like" my blog page on Facebook, you may have noticed my cover photo of ginkgo leaves.
When I was a little girl, I often spent part of recess making bouquets from the ginkgo leaves that fell on my elementary school playground.
And on my last evening LLL meeting in Kansas, as I walked into the hospital, I stepped over fallen ginkgo leaves. I picked one up. Then, at the park where Slim's preschool graduation was held, a place we'd been several times, I noticed the ginkgo trees. I grabbed some leaves. They are all now pressed in a beloved book. On my last morning LLL meeting in Kansas, a fellow Leader's son was wearing a shirt on which she'd embroidered a ginkgo leaf. Sign, sign, everywhere a sign. It's meant to be. The only question left to answer is when?