That little shape in amongst all of the kitchen scratch from my journal is the rune I etched into my left calf last night under a haze of wonderful home-brewed mead. The rune is one created from Nauthiz and Perthro. The meaning of it is fairly simple: the bearer is willing to accept that each decision s/he makes creates his/her future, but that the future can be changed by constraining and redirecting negative results of decisions. In short, the bearer is in complete control of his/her destiny as long as s/he understands what — precisely — that destiny will be.
It took me a long time to come up with something important enough to me that I would imprint it into my skin. To that end, doing this was not a last-minute decision for me. I have been planning on getting a tattoo for at least 10 years, and only now did I find something important enough to me to go through with it.
Here’s a thumbnail of what it looked like the morning after: