Yesterday I received a gorgeous anklet from a woman I met during yoga teacher training. Creating one of a kind anklets, necklaces and such is an artistic endeavor that grew into a small business she runs with her mother.
They take commissions, have an online store and do parties locally. During the training, she took orders from many of our classmates and I watched from a distance as a brisk trade in yoga inspired anklets exploded.
Towards the end of the training, I admired one of her creations and she asked, “Would you like me to make you one?”
And I did. Though I hadn’t asked her earlier because of an internal debate I had about the frivolous non-essentialness of such a thing. But I thought, why not? A graduation present to myself in the form of a tangible memory. Like a class ring.
When I mentioned paying her later on however, she shrugged it off. It was a gift.
Which reminded me of my college chum, Leslie.
How lucky am I that people give me things that are rare and beautiful?