Today my husband and I celebrated our 17th wedding anniversary. At breakfast my daughter asked what the traditional symbol for 17 years of marriage was. I had no idea, but we guessed that 17 years was probably quite a long way on from paper (1st anniversary) and getting pretty close to silver (25th). Copper, maybe? I looked it up on-line and found out that it was traditional to give furniture for a 17th wedding anniversary gift.
I have to admit to finding this a little bit disappointing. There’s something about furniture that sounds rather mundane and everyday, perhaps a bit boring if we’re honest. Is it supposed to represent getting to a stage in your marriage where everything has become a bit solid and predictable? It’s functional maybe, does its job, hopefully ages pretty well without falling apart, but isn’t really exciting… Oh dear. We can’t have that!
I decided to take a photo of a rather bonkers bit of furniture I made for an art project a year or so ago which I called a ‘story stool’. You’re supposed to sit on it in a forest, listening to stories of wildness, discovery, questing and truth. It’s covered in writing and the top has this mad ‘rag-rugged’ surface made out of lots of strange materials and textures: leather, raw wool, raffia. If you dig deep inside it you’ll also find freshwater pearls hidden within…
So this is my 17th wedding anniversary piece of furniture: an on-going story (some of which will be difficult for others to understand), lots of strange, exciting materials combined in unusual ways and some hidden treasures still to be uncovered.
Today was a very busy day and I didn’t have much time to get out of the house with my camera. I decided that I would take just one photo as I walked to post a letter. I set off from my house, walked 40 Lenten steps, and then stopped to take this picture.
What a relief! Wherever we go there is always the ground holding us up, supporting us, stopping us from falling into the void.
We are always held.