One thing I have realised, looking in the mirror:
All of my tattoos to date, with the exception of a heart with the names of my children therein, hold symbols of escape and flight.
All human figures have wings. Flight is a classic dream-sign of wanting to move on, to go forth, to escape a situation. Even the winged death, the spinner of the karmic wheel, that which takes down what is and in so doing gives birth anew, is a symbol of change.
There is a motorcycle engine and a motorcycle piston. Motorcycles are iconic for the open road. Easy Rider's Capt. America tossing away his watch and roaring away on his panhead. An eagle in flight, holding a piston.
My life, recently, has been about acceptance. Integration. Finally coming to terms with a lot of stuff. Fixing. Reconciling. Healing.
Interesting to ponder when considering what to get next.