Choosing My Identity | The Ruby Ring Chapter 2

“Love and magic have a great deal in common. They enrich the soul, delight the heart. And they both take practice.”—Nora Roberts

 

The ruby ring sold. I took it to FedEx yesterday morning and shipped it off to its new adventure. I then came home and began mine.

 

I used to think of magic as play—a secret longing of my imagination, separate from reality. When magic appeared in my life, my longing became alarm. I experienced equal measures of joy and fear. My soul delighted; my intellect panicked.

 

It’s true: love and magic take practice. Early in my journey I stumbled upon this quote by Oliver Wendell Holmes: “Man’s mind, once stretched by a new idea, never regains its original dimensions.” Drawing on its wisdom, I cautiously regarded each new instance of magic as a paranormal piton for my ascending mind. Magic in the moment feels irrefutable; in the next, it dissolves into doubt. Suspending disbelief, trusting—finding each foothold—takes courage, strength and a resolute faith in yourself. Rock climbers don’t begin with Everest—they practice, gain skill, learn techniques; acquire confidence. And so it is with magic and love.

 

The ruby ring was my power talisman—my guide while summiting self love. It came to me as an engagement ring when I married John and stayed with me through my relationships with Jordan and Elizabeth en route to discovering my Self. Each relationship was practice—the foothills where I gained experience, self awareness and confidence.

 

An old friend recently sent me news of both Elizabeth and Jordan. Pleased for each of them and their successes, it caused me to reflect on my own. Their milestones are material; conscious achievements in the physical world. Mine have been metaphysical; a comparably dramatic transformation unfolding in my unconscious.

 

 

“Everything is symbolic. If it stays with me, then the ring is my power talisman and intended. If it sells, its service to me will be complete—the ring will move on and so will I.”

 

As I packed the ring to ship it yesterday, I felt myself filled with gratitude and respect for its magic. And I noted my own nervous anticipation; the student ready, the teacher departs.

 

Each of my relationships took the form of an epic adventure; each aligned with a distinctly different and novel lifestyle—a sampling of potential; opportunities given to me.

 

Magic no longer a mystery, as a conscious creator I get to choose—to create my  identity. Who do I want to be? How do I want to feel?

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