But this post isn’t about my hands but rather one of my rings. I’m a fiend for fun and funky rings. I made the silver ring on my middle finger with precious metal clay (PMC) years ago. PMC is silver in a powdered form that is combined with an organic binder. When fired in a kiln the binder is burned off, leaving almost pure silver.
In its pre-fired form, the clay can be manipulated in to just about any shape. I first started working with PMC before the price of silver and gold shot through the roof. It was an obtainable and affordable medium. No so much anymore. Nowadays, it’s not really a medium that I feel I can “play” with. I need to give it some time to come back to the affordable range before I can work with it again.
However, early on in my experience with it, I played. A lot. Creating items for the fun of it and for the practice. This ring was one of the products of playing. Certainly not my best work. In my opinion it’s sorta crude, misshapen and elementary. Yet it’s the only piece of PMC I wear. Why? Because of the word on it. Dream.
I wear it to remind me to do just that. Dream. There are a bazillion inspirational quotes out there that will tell you that your dreams will lead you to your destiny. Following your dreams will create a satisfying life for you. If you only just do something about your dreams. But I sure don’t see a lot of quotes just simply reminding you to dream. Just dream. For no other reason than to think about what could be. That’s it. What could be. Dream for the sake of dreaming. No action required. Dream.
I have dreams to do great things. I have dreams to do little things. I have dreams to do silly and frivolous things. I have dreams to do serious and life altering things. Can I follow them all? Nope. Not even gonna try.
But I’m going to look at that ring on those wrinkly and scarred hands and remember what I have dreamed and accomplished. And I’m simply going use that ring as a reminder to let my mind wander again and again. Some fabulous dreams might shake out into reality. Some dreams will forever roam around in the far reaches of my mind. Destined to be nothing more than a fleeting memory. And that’s ok with me. Just as long I dream. Always.
Meanwhile, Stay sudsy, my friends. Stay Sudsy! ☺