like family jewels
Place me like a seal over your arm. I wear Mimi’s gold monogram on my ring finger.
Don’t let mercy and truth forsake you, bind them around your neck. And Grandma’s Tibetan lapis beads drape over my collarbone, down to my heart.
They aren’t good luck baubles because my grandmothers would never call themselves lucky women. Both have knelt throughout their lives to plead for divine provision, and it has always come.
I am blood of their blood — I’m not sure why I’m always so astounded when Providence extends to me, too. But a heavy, heavy burden catapulted off my back into thin air yesterday, and today my heart is busy humming out a flummoxed thank you, thank you, thank you.
I toast the two wise women, one 7,500 miles east of me and the other 5,500 miles west, whose faith I cherish like family jewels.
Faith and jewelry, such wonderful things to have inherited!
The very best. I am a girl, after all. (:
A toast to burdens lifted, and life lived lightly
Hear, hear!
Beautiful. So glad you’re in a better place, and these pictures are really gorgeous.
A lovely tribute to your grandmothers, Val. And wonderful to hear of positive developments.
fun nails too :)
love love love. and rejoicing in new-found liberation.
mmm.. love this. I’m sure they’re both proud to have you wear their jewels, both the seen and unseen ones. So glad a burden lifted!! xo
This is beautiful! There are so many good things in life that we receive without having any say in the matter… but the faith of brave ones who have gone before is such an extraordinary gift. Love how this post captures the unexpected wonder of it.
In my last few weeks between jobs I’m editing my grandpa’s memoir (Dad’s side), so the family can finally print it, 8 years after his passing. I’m learning so much. Including the fact that my great great grandfather was a sturgeon fisherman off the coast of Denmark. I love discovering that my ancestors had badass professions :)
Amazing!
beautiful jewelries and with beautiful purpose..what a lovely post, I used to wear a golden ring my mother bought me with her savings. She gave me when I left home she said, just keep this ring and sell it when you are in need. So sweet of her. Of course semiskin-miskinnya abroad, my mother’s ring is my most valuable item in my possession. I returned that ring last year because it reminds her of me who live very far from her :) I think she likes the idea…
Oh my, beautiful writing and photos intertwined perfectly. It gave me goosebumps reading it. Somehow I feel the strong connection between you and your grandmothers. You are one lucky lady to have inherit the jewels and rings to keep the memories alive. =)