“The jeweler allows me to wear the sapphire blue lake on my finger, emerald green leaves around my neck, and take the citrine sunset with me wherever I go. Jewelry has become my daytime link to nature in an office with no windows. And if I have to work late, there’s nothing like diamond stars and a pearl full moon against an onyx night sky. ~Astrid Alauda, “Office With No Windows,” 2005
Today marks my two year anniversary on WordPress. WP rocks; and speaking of rocks, around 10 years ago I became interested in gemology, which is a science dealing with natural (and artificial) gems – gemstones. My interest was sparked after inheriting some jewelry I wanted to learn more about.
My research introduced me to gemology sites and forums with close-knit communities. I got involved and enthralled.
When we’d acquire new gems and/or jewelry, after tracking and attacking the UPS guy, we couldn’t wait to show off our new brilliant beauties with pictures and descriptions. Gem-a-holic verbiage included emotionally charged terms like HOLY CRAP, and ACK. I had a blast, and it was a welcomed escape after some intense life events. There was a cult-like understanding that you dare not boast about your newest sparkle crack without pics.
I consulted with gemologists (no — gemology has nothing to do with astrology 😉 ). I gained an appreciation for the artistry, knowledge, skill and dedication in this discipline. What started out as curiosity bloomed into a new hobby. I was introduced to some talented bench jewelers, designers, and gemcutters working with certified, non-conflict gems. My hobby evolved in stages; from information seeking, to wishful thinking, and eventually to purchasing, trading, and selling.
“These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of.” ~George Eliot
I went on a treasure hunt adventure that not only gave me a skill set in marketing, but also stirred my creative juices as I sought unique ways to showcase natures sumptuous eye candy. I was mesmerized as I watched craftsmen/women cut, shape, and polish each piece of rough until it breathed brilliance, scintillation and fire. Certain imperfections made them uniquely captivating. Each gem was one of a kind, just like our finger prints.
I should mention that this post was inspired by an email from Michelle (MamaMickTerry), after we recently discovered that we shared a mutual love for photography. She asked me to share a few favorites I’d taken. So, instead of sending them to her via email, I’m going to share them here. Btw, Michelle has a new photography blog. Check it out. She’s an incredibly talented photographer.
Awe by accident…
These were taken in 2011, on my veranda, during two different seasons. I needed to make some extra cash, so out came the camera. Sometimes I set my camera on auto. The first OoF image (a pendent) is for comparison purposes.
With the next image (same pendant), I’m still on the veranda, in the same position to capture the natural light from behind me. To my surprise, I captured so much more.
Sometimes I modeled the jewelry (in this case, matching earrings to the pendant) as per request by potential customers. These were taken a couple of months later, in late Spring.
Next the stone mirrors the sunset. The dark area at the top of the stone’s table is the overhang from my veranda.
And one more awe by accident.
Diamonds are my favorite gem in the precious stone category. They have meaning to me. Not in a “De Beers – “diamonds are a girl’s best friend” over-priced, hyper-marketed BS sort of way, but symbolically–metaphorically.
My life’s experiences have been the skilled hand that cut away the ore; shaped and polished me, allowing for the light of others to enter in and reflect back. On this two year anniversary, I’d like to express my heartfelt thanks to my fellow bloggers for shining your light and infusing me with your beauty.
“Diamonds are held under tons and tons of pressure, extremely high temperatures of fire and shuffled under shifting of tectonic plates, for a long, long time! Yet when they come out from there and are put on display for their beauty; does anybody stop to evaluate the diamond based upon all the shit it’s been through and say “Remember that disgusting hole it used to be in? I bet it was hell in there!”
No, people don’t remember where a diamond has come from; they just see the beauty of it now. But it wouldn’t have become so beautiful, you know, if not for all of that! So why should we look at other people, or at ourselves and evaluate them/ourselves based upon their/our pasts? Shouldn’t we forget that? And only see the beauty that is in front of our eyes? Whatever it was, it made you beautiful! And that is what matters!” ― C. JoyBell C.
Do you have a favorite gemstone?