When I ask my friends which fine metal they prefer for their jewelry, the response seems to be equally divided between gold, silver and both. I would answer that question with “both”, but that would be a lie. I am forever drawn to silver. For as long as I can remember.
This blogpost is the first in a series about that metal - what I love about it, how it resonates in my solar plexus and tidbits of information I’ve gleaned in my research about it. Fine silver. Sterling silver. Hill Tribes of Thailand silver. And, most likely, more that I don’t know about yet.
This cross is an old James Avery piece. I inherited it when my ex-husband’s aunt Linda passed away in the early nineties. There were several pieces in her collection of James Avery jewelry, and I feel very fortunate to have them now. Eventually, of course, they will pass on to my daughters and grandchildren, but, for now, they are mine.
I believe in the mystical qualities credited to silver, among them that it provides protection to the wearer. I didn’t know about those qualities on the day I wore this piece in 1997 when dealing with a close relative who was acting in a significantly unholy way. I knew it would be a rough experience, so I wore this cross with a black turtleneck. I felt like a formidable Mother Superior and, consequently, had the strength to do what had to be done.