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30 October 2012

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I like both of those rings very much!

Thank you Moira. The other ring is from India - a silver meditation ring; it works like worry beads or a mala. Very calming! However, looking at that photo reminds me that there is no escaping the fact I now have an old woman's hands . . . still, a life lived and all that.

Well now, this is most interesting. I don't wear my rings (most purchased in India) because I don't want to draw attention to my "old woman's hands". But, when I looked at your picture I thought: If my hands look as beautiful as her hand, I should be wearing my rings! Then I read your comment and realized that we cannot see ourselves because we are always looking for someone we once were. Anyway, inspired by your beautiful hand, I am going to wear my rings again. Thanks you much for that!

Christina: thank you so much for your kind words about my hand! Your comment that 'we cannot see ourselves because we are always looking for someone we once were' is so true. Delighted that you are going to wear your rings again - and anything else that takes your fancy, please. The softness of silver is kind to older skin, I think, and - like our hands and faces - those rings, earrings and bracelets (I've just brought out my old silver bracelets for an airing!) all have a story to tell too. I think I sense another blogpost coming on . . .

Oh, yes please the blogpost!
When I was a young woman I very much admired "old" women who wore big pieces or bold pieces of jewelry which I felt sure had rich history. These women seemed to deserve to be adorned this way while I felt I had not quite earned the right to draw such attention to myself, although I did. I came into my own in my 40s and wore what I pleased but became tentative again in my 50s as I felt a bit muttonish ;O) Now, in my 60s, I am setting about reclaiming my crown! I very much look forward to whatever you care to write about... well, about anything at all, really.

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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