'The Still Point'

T.S. Eliot wrote it in Four Quartets: At the still point of the turning world, neither flesh nor fleshless; neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is. The still point is not the absence of movement. It is the center around which all movement organizes itself. The thing that does not move and therefore makes the moving possible.

The smallest ring in the collection. A small round bezel, sterling silver, a world compressed to its essentials. On the index finger it creates not a declaration but an axis. The room turns. The conversation turns. She is the still point, and this ring is how her hand knows it.

This ring is for the woman who has become the center that holds.