As soon as I was liberated by divorce, I got my first tattoo. And then my second and third.
The third tattoo is a poem of tender words by the 13th century Sufi mystic, Rumi, that resonates so deeply with me:
Come, come, whoever you are,
Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It does not matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand times.
Come, yet again, come.
This poem is an invitation to step into always-available grace, over and over.
A Tender Word is my daily practice of being soft and tender with myself and the rest of the world.