What a mystery is life!
I set out with such grand visions, yet with so many factors along the way, each with their various rhythms and cycles, inevitably my journey gets affected.
On the 12th day of the 12th month, I loaded my backpack with some essential supplies – humble toolkit, silver ‘threads’, and magnificent, flashy labradorite specimen – and set off for a wee walk in the bush.
Finding a peaceful spot by the stream, I sat, unpacked, and immersed myself in the serenity. The scene was set, possibilities lay ahead, but Creativity declined my invitation. No matter. All in good time.
My next outing was so invigorating, being blasted by the salty sea wind. Unfortunately it was a tad too ‘blowy’, with the wind threatening to blow my supplies halfway down the hill.
Third time lucky, as they say. I opted for a peaceful nook in my garden, and set about playing my part – creating a framework so the beautiful gem could be worn.
Many gemstones have natural fracture lines within them. I’m certainly no lapidary expert, but seeing a line so close to the edge alerted me to take extra care. It would appear I wasn’t careful enough.
I absolutely love working with gemstones, and feel I connect with them on a deep level as I cradle them in silver to showcase their individual characteristics and beauty. In a split second, to find the one had become two pieces in my hand, was devastating! I think I yelped.
Pretty soon I pulled myself together, (if only it had been as easy as that for the labradorite). The vast majority of the stone was intact. I figured I’d simply work with the new shape. Who said it had to have a rounded bottom, anyway?
This most definitely wasn’t the answer. The broken fragment was not to merely be discarded. It still had so much to offer. It was such a delicate wee sliver, yet it shone and flashed resiliently!
Sitting with the fragments, I was compelled to reattach them. I was so conflicted. My process of wrapping gemstones doesn’t involve glue! My inner resistance was futile. The pieces had to be reunited, and that was all there was to it. Oh well, I conceded, I’d just line everything up perfectly after administering the speck of superglue.
Horror of all horrors……the pieces grabbed each other instantly, and wouldn’t allow any form of repositioning. They weren’t aligned! It was as if my desire for perfection was being completely mocked! It all felt surreal, and yet profound.
This stunning, shining gem had endured so much, having been formed by the great forces of Nature, then been cut, shaped and polished to meet a lapidarist’s vision of beauty. Despite my extra care, its natural sensitivity/fragility was unable to withstand the extra handling. It wished to re-gather its broken parts and be made whole again. It was willing to accept the help of the glue to gain that. In no way did it wish to deny the injury it had endured, but neither would it be defined by its scars.
In no way has the labradorite’s injury diminished its ability to go forth in beauty. Quite the opposite – it has enhanced it! From the initial intention of a simple, plain setting, ornate swirls and twists of silver now dance around the face of the flashing green gem, creating a stunningly beautiful artistic expression that I’m sure anyone would feel honoured to wear!
Such a powerful message from this humble wee stone – release your tight hold on what you perceive to be perfection, and persevere when things don’t unfold exactly as you expect.
I’ve been referring to the green gem, however, when sitting flat, I’ve noticed she’s blue when viewed from the side! Her shape is often described as a teardrop. I think “No-more-tears” is a wonderful name for her.
(The ‘scar’ is under the swirling silver framework, angled across the front and reverse of the pendant.)