Wedding bands, the story…

We have recently started looking at wedding bands.  Let’s just say, the day is coming closer and wedding bands are becoming a priority and a topic of conversation.   My first thoughts were – simple single banded wedding band.  Something that symbolises the simplicity and pureness of love.  Tonight after playing around on the web, the Russian Wedding Band caught my eye.  Apart from the fact that it is an absolutely beautiful ring, my childhood is flogged with memories and a love for the person that always wore hers.  My grandmother had Russian Wedding band and as much as I would love to be able to ask her the about the story behind the ring and whether it was from the grandfather I never knew, that will have to wait until one day when I can ask her, one day in heaven.

The Russian ring is 3 interlocking rings, traditionally in 3 different colours.  The 3 bands is a Christian symbol, representing the Holy Trinity.  Other meanings around the web include:  Faith, Hope and Love.  And Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow.  All of these represent the things I would love my marriage to represent however the following story, found here, blew me away, so much so that I have to share it here.  The story goes as follow:

My father used to manage small hotels in the Free State when I was a little boy.
It was not common for people to stay there for any length of time, people just passed through going from one place to another: overnighting for at most a night or two.
Mostly they were travelling salesman, or people migrating from the big city to the coast, or vice versa.

I remember one couple very clearly, though. They were foreigners, and spoke in a rather strange tongue. And although she was a remarkably beautiful woman (I could see that, even though I was a very young boy) it was the strange ring that she had on her wedding finger that struck me the most.
It was actually 3 interlocking rings, a sort of a puzzle ring, and each ring a different colour of gold.
I asked my mother what it was. She told me it was a Russian wedding ring. “Oh”, I said. “What’s that?”
Well, in those far-off days, mothers never had the Internet to go to, and trekking off to the library to look things up in the Encyclopaedia was not going to answer the question for a persistent little boy!

So she did the next best thing, which was to tell me a story.

My mother’s story

She told me that marriage was about two people who loved each other.
She told me that the ring was a symbol of this love, as all wedding rings are.
But, she told me, this ring brought together the three most important things of a loving relationship.

The white gold ring, she told me, is softer than the other golds. Being softer, it will take the shape of the finger. “Love is like that”, she said. “In the journey through life, two people in love have to change their shape. They have to give some things up, and take other things on. To become a family each one has to move towards the other”. So that’s what the white gold represents: bending towards each other.

Yellow gold, on the other hand, is very hard. You can bump it and knock it, and afterwards, all you had to do is to give it a hard rub, and there it would be: all bright and shining again. “Life is like that” she said. “It’s not easy. Sometimes things are really difficult. Then you have to support each other. Sometimes love has to be hard”. So this is what the Yellow Gold represents: the strength to get through life, and then come out on the other side all bright and shiny and new.

Then she was silent for a time. So I asked her “what about the red gold mommy?”

It took her a moment before she answered.
“Have you ever seen red gold before?” she asked softly.
“No”, I replied.
“Well,” she said, “Red Gold is rare”. “And love”, she said “is just as rare. When you find it, when you finally have it, you must look after it. You have to protect it. If you lose it it might never come back to you again”. And that is what the Red Gold represents: that Love must be cherished, because life is short and every moment spent without love is a moment lost forever.

Maybe it is the little boys in life that has me relating to this story.  Maybe it’s the awesome meaning behind the different metals and the creative inspiration of a mother.  Maybe it is all of the above and the thought of the people I aspire to be like, women like my grandmother.  All I can really stay is that I have fallen in love with the Russian Wedding Ring and all it represents and that is what my heart wants!

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His eye is on the sparrow…

Very early in my pregnancy I decided what colours I want to use for the baby’s nursery.  The theme took some time and developing, mainly because I wanted to use a theme suited for a girl or a boy, whichever we ended up having.  The colours are yellow, white and grey.  And depending on a boy or a girl we would incorporate highlight of either of the colour in the nursery.

Since we have been given a 90% chance of a girl, I feel developing a theme around a girl, should be fine.  And if it isn’t we will figure it out in a couple of weeks!

Ever since doing art at school, art needed to have a meaning to it.  It really has been a curse in some senses, because it means it takes me so much longer to develop at concept.  And if the symbolic meaning to whatever I am doing isn’t clearly thought out, I simply have no passion for the project and it becomes a complete flop.  Very often however, once I have  fitting concept, I can very easy build and grow onto this concept and it is then that the master piece truly begins!

Let’s take the nursery as an example:  The birdcage, although the bird in it’s essence represent a whole lot of things.  The birdcage translates from a wedding planned, a love share between two people and a passion for this growing person inside of me.

After the initial idea came to mind, I shared this with best friend.  Naturally she suggests that this theme could be translated to a boy as well as a girl.  And as true as it is, it is different.  A boy bird room is different from a girl bird room.  But it is possible and if need be, we will give the boy a bird-second-name like Robin or Finch!

On to new things, I found myself browsing the interweb in search of idea..  (truly making my husband crazy with all the things he either need to look at or comment on.  Poor man!)  This was when the above wording caught my attention.  I love the words and what it represents.  I love the fact that protecting this little one, isn’t up to me entirely and that I can never do enough to protect her.  I love that I have a Heavenly Father that has her best interest at heart, always:

His Eye Is on the Sparrow

Civilla D. Martin, 1905

  1. Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
  2. Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heav’n and home,
    When Jesus is my portion? My constant Friend is He:
    His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
    His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

    • Refrain:
      I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free,
      For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.
  3. “Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear,
    And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;
    Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;
    His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
    His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.
  4. Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,
    When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,
    I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;
    His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
    His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.
The words of the above song is based on the Scripture: Matthew 10:29-31.  These words are very comforting, now and thinking of all three my children’s future!
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Adapting and adjusting..

After three days at the new job one would expect to be fully adjusted?

I always realised that driving to Joburg was going to be an adjustment. I realised the getting up in the morning will be a major adjustment and lastly I knew getting home much later than I am use to would take some getting use to. Never during any of those thoughts did I think work itself would be an adjustment! I think in my mind work was the least of my worries – in this industry, everything changes all the time. While everything stays the same!

There is an exciting buzz in the new office, people coming and going, faces and names – very little of these I truely remember. My mind is boiling over with questions. Impatience is getting the better of me. I have 95% know how, yet the last 5% is so vital that I am left without any ability to do what I am suppose to do. This leaves me numb with frustration. In the meanwhile I bother one or two of my new and overly busy colleagues in attempt to keep myself occupied. In attempt to keep the brainactivities going.  Oh, how I long to feel apart of this rather than a bystander! 

How wrong would it be to do what I would have done in another situation? To open my reader and read all the items I so long to read? How wrong would a be to post blog post after blog post of things rambling in my mind, needing to be said?

Tonight I will be want to spend time with the people closest to my heart, the ones who drive me to do what I have come here to do. The ones that catch me when things get too hard!  

Maybe I will focus my energies on adapting to the new surroundings?

Never say Goodbye

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Today is a goodbye day for me and I am not very good at goodbyes.  Much like Peter Pan, I would rather make a silent disappearance and never forget.  I do however think it is important for a season to come to a close.  Finished with.  And another to Begin.  Begin with a capital letter.

Today marks my last day with an employer I have been working for, for 3 years, four months and 14 days.  This is a long time, the longest I have ever been with a single employer!

As uncomfortable as today may be it is definitely also exciting!

P.S.  I love Peter Pan and Peter Pan is the theme of Logan’s school concert this year!

At the moment I am …

This morning while reading Blackhuff’s post about the pursuit of dreams, I found myself inspired by an experience I had in last week.  Yet instead of posting a comment, I decided I would post a blog post instead:
I recently had an interview with a recruitment consultant who gave me a fantastic answer for the ” Where do you see yourself in 5 year?” question.  Yet instead of just giving me an answer, she manage to inspire me:
At the moment I am looking for a secure place…
This was all she needed to say!  She started her answer by roping me in to the present, to the start of a five year goal, to the moment that really matters – the present.  Then she made her answer pro-active, by answering “I AM” …
So my question is:  What are you doing today in order to reach the goal and or dream you have in your heart?