Rings.
Stones.
Circles.
Rocks.
I have only had a couple/few rings in my life made of gold or platinum, with or without precious or semi-precious stones.
My sister gave me a ring some twenty plus years ago made of gold.
Never seen anything like it.
Ornate & old looking, I am sure, from the day it was made.
A tiny little sapphire surrounded by a small square which was cornered in hearts, surrounded by a small rectangle and more hearts....all enclosed by more hearts & boxes.
One sapphire, repeated four corners & thirteen hearts in all.
I wore it daily until I broke it, collapsing one corner of the heart shaped filigree.
Three jewelers have told me that they would not repair it.
So I keep it in a special little cardboard box I got on my eighteenth birthday.
My engagement ring was made of gold & platinum.
It has a small little round diamond with clarity much better than my own and an ornate squared setting. Ironically enough, just before I asked for divorce, the platinum setting popped on one side, separating itself from the band. A circle wide open. It now lays folded in some tissue & stuffed into an envelope in an unfrequented drawer.
My mother gave me an antique platinum band with three small diamonds in a beautiful setting. I have worn it faithfully for years until last week. The jeweler told me 'You can't break platinum.'
I reached in my pocket, pulled out a folded & torn corner of an envelope & passed it to him...'Well, I'll be damned.' In it lay the platinum band from my mother. He referred me to another jeweler...and I dropped it back into the paper pouch.
Before going home, I stopped by a vintage shop. There I saw a little sign.
It read.... 'The things that matter the most in life aren't things at all.'
Profoundly true.
I pulled on the Joe-made peace sign that hangs by leather from my neck.
I looked down at the little leather band that now sat solo around my finger.
I rubbed the jade that the leather held.
I thought of the good health that the jade represents.
I thought of my brothers, my sisters, my life & mortality...
Everything means something...
and I remembered that those rings may be broken,
but the circle is not...
(image is of jade, silver & leather ring made by awesome spirit at earthlypossessions)
Yes, she is crying and no more than an hour old here. Born with a broken collar bone, she enters the world wiser...they say that which doesn't kill us, only makes us stronger and I can tell already this little bundle of love has one strong spirit.
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