As of late I have been focusing a lot more instinctively on creativity, self expression and self reflection. For whatever reason, whether it be astrologically or as a point of permanent juncture in my life I have felt much more comfortable with myself and in and of my own skin. As a result my creativity has soared as I feel a renewed surge to write, agitate and advocate in an attempt to change the world.
I recently got a gypsy tattoed on my arm and her significance is one that I can’t help but reflect on now. For those who ask me about the subjective meaning of this figure I respond with the importance of the symbolism around the nomad, the searcher, the seer and the mystic.
She is the one who stands at the fringes of society and refuses to be what is expected of her. Who rarely puts down roots as she commits to moving around constantly in an attempt to live life her own unique way. Often times people do not approve of her lifestyle and label her all kinds of things associated with not measuring up to ill conceived standards of conformity. But to this gypsy woman nothing would be worse in comparison than not following her dreams and pursuing a style of life whole heartedly unique to her.
The instant this figure was tattooed on my arm I felt a deeper connection to the symbolism of the figure itself. I felt more confident, reassured and emboldened by her beauty and the courage of her spirit. She takes up the spot closest to my heart and her presence has afforded me with a sense of calmness and ease that I cannot fully put into words. Nor would I need to, as verbalising this feeling would not only be utterly futile but it would only serve to cheapen its significance.
The connotation of the elusive gypsy looking up into the sky and yet staring down the future so fiercely sits at the heart of my fascination with her. I would hope that I attempt to mirror this resonance through my own life. I associate myself as a free thinking, forward looking intersectional feminist that has committed to living life my own way in spite of the objections of questioning onlookers.
I too have never belonged, falling between cultures and outside of understandings of most. I have constantly lingered on the edges and never felt truly grounded or at home in any group setting, with a person or in and amongst any event or situation.
In reality my spirit of freedom, of exploration can never be tamed. I, just like this gypsy on my arm will never be reduced to a one dimensional figure that can be put into any one box. My soul, my being is searching for something so much more than the path perceivably paved for all others.