Bear had discussed the idea of getting me a promise ring a few days after his return from Basic. Not to say, “let’s get married” (still too early for that!), but rather as a reminder that he’ll always promise to care for and cherish me no matter the occasion.
He admitted that he wanted to surprise me with a ring, but wanted to find one that was perfect for me - and he couldn’t do that without my help. My taste in jewelry, after all, is quite unique. Gold and diamonds don’t do it for me; I’m more interested in the obscure gems with the less flashy looks.
Today, we were hanging out at Pioneer Square after seeing a movie together, and I dragged him in to a locally-owned rock and mineral store at the mall. We ended up looking at some of the rings, namely peridot and Oregon sunstone (two of my favorite stones). I love peridot for the color and the energy it gives off. I love sunstone for the schiller and local origins.
But something drew me toward the moldavite. This was actually my first choice in stones while considering a ring online, but I didn’t find any on etsy or eBay or anywhere for that matter that seemed satisfactory. In fact, finding anything moldavite online seems to be a challenge unless you want to pay out the nose for it.
So I was surprised when I found that the Cartel had several moldavite rings in both natural form, and in cut form. Glittery and beautiful as the cut gems were, I fancied the rougher look of the natural forms. So I tried each of them on. There were three to chose from, and the first two were too big. The last appeared too small, but when I tried it on, it fit, even over my broken-and-healed knuckle.
Bear didn’t bat an eyelash at the price. It was actually far more reasonable than anything I’d seen online. So he got the ring for me, and I wore it proudly out of the store.
Not long thereafter, something strange started to happen.
The hand on which I wore this new ring felt oddly warm, and mildly heavy, as if I were holding a hard-boiled egg fresh out of the pot. Moldavite is said to have this affect on people, but I’d handled the stone before with only mild feelings of the like. This was intense, and unusually pleasant. It was so strong and unique, in fact, that the sensation even produced a color in my head: Pale blue and soft as the backs of a coyote’s ears, but undulating with mild ripples like a soft breath of air over still water.
The sensation lasts even now. It’s uncanny, but enjoyable.
For those who don’t know: Moldavite (also known as Tektite) is a stone which was created when a meteor struck the Earth around 14.8 million years ago. It is said to have intense power, and can aid in the growth and renewal of spiritual energies. I’ve used a moldavite-infused incense while working with headdresses and pelts for this very reason. According to some sources, it is the “emerald which fell from the sky” that supposedly adorns the Holy Grail. According to others, it is the green gem which fell from Satan’s crown when he descended from Haven.
At any rate, I find it both beautiful and oddly befitting. And because I know he’s going to read this:
“Thanks, Bear, for the perfect ring!”