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I love to find the symbolism in things. Not everything, but in a lot of things.
It means something to me that when friends enter my home that they are greeted by an inviting entryway - inevitably they feel comfortable to stay and have a coffee or ?? and can relax and laugh.
It means something to me to dress tidily (not fancy! just clean!) when going out because if you intentionally dress sloppy you will be treated sloppy.
If I don't let someone merge into my lane, I will be stopped by a red light. Or five.
Cluttered home = cluttered mind. Blah blah blah.
So over the years, my 3 band wedding ring had become cracked and worn looking. They were soldered and brought in a few times for repairs, but soon they would separate again. But they were blessed when we wed and that meant a lot to my husband. So we just kept on band aid fixing the problem.
When we separated, on that day I took my rings off and announced that I would NEVER wear those rings again. The ring lay in my jewelry box looking small, dirty and insignificant. And that is how I felt.
Then we entered intense counselling. We pulled ourselves apart and scrutinized ourselves and our relationship. We talked, walked, cried and eventually found that our love was true and strong and that we did want to spend the rest of our lives together. And I became confident. And strong.
One day I peered into my jewelry box and found I missed the ring that sat on my finger for 26 years. But it made me so sad to see it. It then occurred to me that that ring represented so many trials in my life. The cracks weren't going to go away. The dirt could be cleaned but would never sparkle. The odd shape fit my finger but hurt my aging joints.
So I decided that the best thing to do was to take the ring to a jeweler and have it remade. We found a family place who took rings and melted them down to create new designs - environmental and practical.
We decided on one large band. The tiny diamonds were to be reset into a new white gold bed making them sparkle but not in a tacky way. We were told to bring in more old gold and that would off set the cost and could be used to build the ring. We ran around the house and found old chains, bracelets, single earrings and such that we brought to the jeweler who melted it all and put it into the new ring.
On the day we picked up the new wedding band we were nervous as we did not know how it would look or how it would feel on my hand. We had taken the old broken ring and combined it with old pieces of no value anymore but that had one time meant something. We brought in history.
When the jeweler brought the ring out we were stunned by the beautiful wide band that would never crack or break. The tiny diamonds and the one larger diamond stood in a setting of white gold, nice and low that it wouldn't snag when I worked. It sparkled in the light. The sides of the ring were railed which made it look so sturdy. As it was all our old gold it was still blessed.
And it slid on my finger as it should have lived there a thousand years.
I love symbolism. It can be good. It can be bad. It is usually in your own perception. I choose beauty.
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Posted by mymidlifecrisis on 2008-07-07 15:02:15 | Rating: | Views: 43
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I love the symbolic way you look at life. Thank you for an incredibly insightful, beautiful post.
Peacefullly,
Robin
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Posted by robinvella
on 2008-07-07 15:16:48
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I love symbolism too! This was an awesome post. I love the way you took pieces of your history together to help form your future. Beautiful!
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Posted by princess__spot
on 2008-07-22 11:22:32
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