I wrote a post a few weeks ago that I called Coming Full Circle, about my loves of rocks and gems and jewelry-making as a child, and how learning to silversmith is taking me back to deep places inside of me. Since then, I’ve had the opportunity to take a lapidary class.
In the first session, we got shown the equipment and began designing the piece we’d make. After making many pieces where the designing started based on a cabochon someone else had shaped, this process began wholly inside of me. I chose the rough rock I wanted to work with. I drew the shapes I wanted to cut. And it was me who got to decide which areas of the rock to cut from. I used a red jasper with some yellow and gray streaks, and I traced my pattern onto to stone exactly where I wanted. Oooo, this section with the yellow!
When it was finally time to cut, I felt slightly apprehensive. You rough out the shapes with something that’s basically a small table saw with water for cooling running over the blade. Potentially dangerous, right? And I’m still on blood-thinners, so cutting myself wasn’t a great idea. But the moment I started, I had the same feeling I’d had in my first silversmithing class: I’ve been doing this my whole life.
I don’t understand that feeling. I’ve never experienced it in any arena of life except these various aspects of jewelry-making. But it’s strong. I can’t deny it. Was I made by a Creator to silversmith? Was I a jeweler in a former life? Did my life-long love of gems cause me to feel a sense of completeness as I finally got to cut rocks myself?
I don’t know.
And honestly, it doesn’t really matter. I just know that when I acknowledged and gave space to my desire to take my first silversmithing class, something that had been waiting inside of me for forty-some years finally burst into bloom.
My piece isn’t finished, but when it is, I’ll post photos here. And just so you know, I won’t be selling it on my Etsy site, Magic Carpet Dance Arts. I will keep it as a reminder of how I returned to my heart.