{"id":204,"date":"2008-07-18T22:06:00","date_gmt":"2008-07-19T02:06:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/washwords.wordpress.com\/2008\/07\/18\/dreaming-pink-diamonds\/"},"modified":"2008-07-18T22:06:00","modified_gmt":"2008-07-19T02:06:00","slug":"dreaming-pink-diamonds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/washwords.com\/words\/2008\/dreaming-pink-diamonds\/","title":{"rendered":"dreaming pink diamonds"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve never really been a girly girl. God knows I&#8217;m no tomboy (that would imply being sporty, which I am not) but ribbons, make-up, heels, shopping? eh. <\/p>\n<p>Likewise for jewelry. It&#8217;s not that I don&#8217;t spoil myself or like the finer things  but&#8230; spas and five-star hotels are more my weakness than flashy fashions or gems. <\/p>\n<p>Usually.<\/p>\n<p>When I was married, I came to love the sparkly diamond. I missed it when it was gone. But it, much like I probably was to my then inlaws, was a curiousity. I never fully understood or recognized it. It wasn&#8217;t fully me. People would tell me it was big or it was a particular cut and I would stare back, &#8220;mmm?&#8221; I had no words, no expertise in this arena.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/21304772@N06\/2634036141\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3272\/2634036141_e4b1bbf497.jpg\" width=\"313\" height=\"378\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a target=\"_blank\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/21304772@N06\/2634036141\">pink by Peter on flickr<\/a><\/p>\n<p>So it was a surprise that this time around, I&#8217;ve been dreaming diamonds. Pink diamonds. Pink like the color, not of the sunset but of the glassy sea in the twilight of the shore.  I didn&#8217;t even know such a thing existed (till, blush, I looked it up and found it). I&#8217;ve dreamed the platinum antique setting &#8211; delicate, wiry, dreamed the bliss of it on my finger and the serenity of real, profound joy.<\/p>\n<p>There is some sadness in joy, my wise friend &#8220;A&#8221; told me on that other long-ago wedding day. And behind this glassy pink sea is sorrow, too. I am sorry that I didn&#8217;t know how to love like this before, sorry that I didn&#8217;t know that than, or know at least enough to say I wasn&#8217;t ready. I am sad that gold and big didn&#8217;t ever fit me right, though I wanted desparately to meld with that ring. <\/p>\n<p>I mourn the lives we didn&#8217;t create together, the one that flickered in shared laughs, late-night talks and true, real friendship. And I hope, deep in the core of my being that you are finding your own glassy pink sea and that it is smooth and sparkly and sacred. I hope it suits you and brings you the surprising joy my dreams of pink diamond oceans have brought me.  Mine is a joy of lessons learned, rock-solid friendships, love hard found and yet as comfortable as that warm sea, as ancient and as deep.<\/p>\n<p>Thank you.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve never really been a girly girl. God knows I&#8217;m no tomboy (that would imply being sporty, which I am not) but ribbons, make-up, heels, shopping? eh. Likewise for jewelry. It&#8217;s not that I don&#8217;t spoil myself or like the finer things but&#8230; spas and five-star hotels are more my weakness than flashy fashions or [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[622],"tags":[638,673,675,7,679,13,255,687,706,323,50,22,402,415,727,728,729,730,731,735,739,742,743,758,759],"class_list":["post-204","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-words","tag-colors","tag-diamond","tag-divorce","tag-dream","tag-engagement-rings","tag-friend","tag-girl","tag-girly","tag-jewelry","tag-joy","tag-love","tag-marriage","tag-ocean","tag-pain","tag-pink","tag-pink-diamond","tag-pink-glass","tag-pink-sapphire","tag-profound","tag-ring","tag-sea","tag-sorrow-and-joy","tag-sorry","tag-wedding","tag-wedding-dreams"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/washwords.com\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/204","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/washwords.com\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/washwords.com\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/washwords.com\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/washwords.com\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=204"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/washwords.com\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/204\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/washwords.com\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=204"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/washwords.com\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=204"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/washwords.com\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=204"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}