Blurbs from the life of Portland bead artist, Esther Liberman
September 5, 2013
Gifts of Gold
I'm sitting in the Synagogue, and the Rabbi is talking about taking care of your God-given body, and I look down at mine. Not too far down, because... well, you know... that gets depressing. But as I look, I notice something very interesting (to me at least).
I am adorned today with gifts of gold from many people who have loved me. I didn't intend this, but every piece of jewelry was a gift from someone special. Not one thing was made or purchased by me. My earrings are from my mother, my bracelet is from her beloved aunt, my necklace an amazing story from my mother-in-law, on one hand my wedding ring from my husband (and indirectly a gift from my father), on the other hand my grandmother's wedding band. Each piece is made of gold, and each has a distinct and memorable "story."
It's as if these loving family members have dressed me, and ushered me into the Days of Awe. It feels a little like a bride being dressed by her inner circle. On Yom Kippur I will go it alone, with no jewelry at all, but today 3 generations of family members have surrounded me with love and memories and fortitude.