There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.
Pearl S. Buck

Wednesday, March 6


I am not a woman that has expensive jewelry, and yet the pieces I do own are priceless to me… let me explain. Like some people tattoo themselves to remind them of some purpose, (or whatever reason they put ink on their skin, a custom I have yet to understand), my thought is they are marking themselves in honor of something or someone. For me that’s what jewelry is for, and I think there are others like me. 

My inventory: 

A claddah ring that was given to me by my father, I have had for years.

A moustache mood ring that reminds me of my son, and our joyful times.

A thin silver cuff bracelet that I have had since I was 25, and never taken off. It reminds me of a friend, and of my years on this planet.

A beaded bracelet created by a bed ridden lady that I met a few years ago, who has since passed on. To me that reminds me life is a shining light, never take it for granted.

I wear a “camel bell” bracelet that I bought on a whim years ago. It jingles! Sounds of any kind keep me sharp, and I prefer pleasant sounds.

I have a necklace with a crystal on it to bind good energy to me.

Earrings are simple silver hoops, as not to distract people from looking me in the eye.

That’s a small breakdown of what I tend to always wear. I would probably have more bracelets if I had more money. I love silver, it works for me, gold is too flashy and I don’t like its energy.

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