Since last summer in Italy I have religiously worn rings, everyday, always. They have served as small reminders of certain people and places. There is something so comforting about the consistency of such things, about carrying valued memories everywhere I go, always just a glance away.
My current rings are all fairly new, and I am so happy with all of them. When some of these came along I retired old rings, ones that have been worn down from daily wear or no longer feel like they belong. I thought I would explain each of them, where they are from and in some cases, what they mean to me.
I was a cloud of raging independence, of battered ego, and renewed self esteem, of reasons, of overwhelming realizations
and I fell into February, like a colt with brand new limbs, staggering but somehow standing. I fell into my artwork, I fell into my friendships and I fell out of love
By March I had my chin up, I had direction, I had a solution to the gaping hole that was left swelling in my immediate future. Still seething in my raging self reliance, alone but not lonely, I had myself, I thought that was enough.
But the tail end of March swept me off of my trembling newborn limbs. Only when you swear to yourself that you’re a closed door, do you find that you are being pried open. Or rather coaxed open, with gentle words and a gentle heart and a tenderness that had never spread through the cracks between my heart and head before
It’s just that, for a long time (too long really) I was in a tempest, and I thought love was a storm that raged on and on because it was meant to, that it was always hard, but somehow worth the ache. So I remained there, weathered, and soaking wet, and eroded.
But March lit a flame in my water logged soul and I floated so softly into the arms of April that every rumble of thunder from December wasn’t a threat, but a reminder of progress, of possibility.
and I haven’t fully broken in my new limbs,
and I know that it takes a little while to rebuild after a storm
but now, more than ever, I am capable of growth. And as I fall into the coming months, I am figuring out more and more what I want, and need, and deserve.
Here’s to August.