At Thanksgiving I received a beautiful gift. My aunt, the one whom we croned, gave me a silver necklace shaped like a dancer. One arm is raised above her head, the other stretches across her body. She is leading with her shoulder, her torso arched. Her dress ripples in a silver breeze.
I have to admit, it’s not the sort of thing I would have picked out for myself. The first thing I thought when I saw it was, “I can’t wear that! It’s way too big!” Holding it in my palm I can’t close my hand over it. It is absolutely gorgeous, but man is there a lot of it.
The longer I looked at it, though, the more right it seemed. First of all it is a gift from a beloved aunt, and secondly it is in commemoration of my belly dance PhD. It is a singularly meaningful gift. Of course I love it. But when I saw it at first I was afraid of it–this giant dancer necklace. It is bold. This is not a sweet little tame necklace that you might wear on the bus on the way to work, handbag clutched tightly in lap, hat perched primly on head. This is a necklace for adventure.
As soon as I tried it on I knew what it really was: this necklace is an invitation. An invitation to be bold. And I knew what I must do: look the invitation square in the typeface, and respond with vigor. I’m no wallflower as it is, but this necklace is a challenge–a challenge to be more daring. It is also permission to smash through all the CAN’Ts and reach for a YES. What an incredible gift.
My bold necklace–I feel like I’m putting on armor when I wear it.
Fear not, you’ll see it! All in good time.
I’m kind of in the middle.