Saturday, December 29, 2012

My first tattoo

my first tattoo, Hoot, on left forearm

Many amazing changes materialized in my life during 2012. The most permanent is my first tattoo (pictured above) - a colorful, punk princess owl I refer to as "Hoot".

I've always admired tattoos - I love the expression of art, creativity and one's self. In college, a group of my friends were covered in them, and one, Jason Stephan, is now a successful and amazing tattoo artist. But I could never imagine what I would want on my body for the rest of my life.

My business card displays a logo with three owls. From there, owls have appeared again and again in my life - from jewelry, journals, to my blog. And when I purchased an owl ring last December, I just knew that this would be my first tattoo.

Moving to Portland from the east coast and leaving my accounting career to pursue my passion for writing has taught me to never have any regrets. To me, regret is when you repress your strongest desires and dreams. So on July 3 at the vegan friendly Scapegoat Tattoo, Silje gave me my first tattoo. 

Owls symbolize wisdom, foresight, and a messenger of secrets. Hoot has become my spiritual guide, my totem. He reminds me to listen to my dreams, check in with my wisdom and follow my intuition.

have no regrets,

Monday, December 24, 2012

Peace, love and joy

May you and your loved ones have a 
happy holiday and wonderful new year.

Peace, love and joy to all,

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Getting the Story Right

“most people know what a story is until they sit down to write one”  - Flannery O'Connor

Need help in getting your story onto paper? Visit this great article on Writer Unboxed - The Biggest Mistake Writers Make and How to Avoid it.

sit down & write anyway!

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Get down Peanuts

Get Down Peanuts by Sonja Thomas 12/10/12
Peanuts...whenever I hear that tune, I automatically think of my friend, Nyree.

During college when the weekend had arrived, Ny would drive up to Orlando, crash at my place and a whole bunch of us would go to the club. As we danced to alternative tunes, we would break into the Peanuts dance. You know, that scene in A Charlie Brown Christmas where Schroeder's stroking the keys and everyone's jamming. Our favorite was the move of the girl bobbing her head side-to-side.

I miss those nights. We had so much fun - laughing, dancing and just being silly. Not caring about what the world thought and not living up to others' expectations - not on the dance floor anyway.

Still to this day, every year like clockwork I'll receive a voice mail or text message letting me know that A Charlie Brown Christmas is on TV tonight. Even if only for a half hour with the Peanuts gang, I still laugh, dance, and be silly, as if time hadn't moved at all.

be silly and dance,