A friend posted the image. A semicolon tattooed onto the arm of a young woman. A sign of hope in times of despair. When the brain is telling her to end her life, the tattoo reminds her that her story is not over. It is a semicolon movement. Tattoo yourself with hope.
The tattoo image lingers within me.
At a silent retreat I pull out a piece of paper. It is white except for a semicolon printed upon it just before I left home. I draw a circle.
Two days later what will become a dark swirl around a white semicolon emerges, takes shape, and says something to me. Later I will draw a second circle, a larger circle which will bulge out at the sides. I wish there was no need for this mosaic or for organizations like the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention,
but there is;