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)
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I love how every time I stop by here, I leave a little happier. :) And may the circle always remain unbroken!!! P&L
Gotta love Joe-made peace signs . . .
Karma...sometimes, I think maybe, when it feels like the circle is breaking that maybe it's just making space for a new link...
Oceans...Yup, in so many ways. Sometimes, some 'things' represent things that aren't 'things' at all... like Joe's peace sign.
I am happy I can see well enough to read this today without the magnifier...YAY!! Addendum to your post: 'That' that matters most, always comes through, even if it's in the last minute. Cheers, my friend! :)
that's perfect.. "rings may be broken but the circle is not"
great post skinny! it's never the ring itself, but the memory/relationship of the giver, wearer and circumstance/memories between
you've got it just write here..
love, peace & memory treasures! ~s.
I agree with she, the line "rings may be broken but the circle is not" is massively powerful. Thank you for that.
p&l
monty
Gosh--I came to check on you and see that the silly Moof Monster ate my comment....
*sigh*
Yaknow, I have the ring that my mother wore way back when she was a teenager--worn so thin the band snapped. Unfixable, still taken out and held and felt and put back with loving care.
And the band that was my grandmothers which I wear still today--thick gold, I've smiled away offers from more than one jeweler for it.
They'll never make a museum--and what they'll hold for the daughter will be entirely different than what they hold for me. But they're circles which won't be altered by time or circumstances.....never broken.
*hugs*
Dee, She Ceo & Mel...
Apologies for my neglect & such...but please know the circle remains unbroken and we are all part of it!
Much Peace & Much Love...
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