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I've Been Collecting Touchstones My Whole Life
- 2 days ago
- 2 min read
I just didn't know that's what they were called.
I used to think I was collecting random things.
Shells from the beach.
A smooth stone from a walk.
An old recipe card in someone else's handwriting.
Blue and white transferware.
A feather I spotted on the sidewalk.
The first tomato from the garden.
They never seemed connected.
I just knew I couldn't leave them behind.
I Thought I Was Keeping Things
Over time, I realized I wasn't collecting objects.
I was collecting moments.
The shell remembered the morning walk.
The recipe card remembered the person who handed it to me.
The feather remembered the day I looked up.
Each one carried a small piece of an ordinary life.
Together, they told a story.
The Name (Touchstones) Came Much Later
For years, I didn't have a word for any of this.
I just knew I felt better when I paid attention.
I noticed the little things.
I gathered them when they felt important.
I remembered them long after the season had passed.
One day, I realized they all had something in common.
They were touchstones.
A touchstone is an ordinary object that helps us remember a meaningful moment.
That one sentence quietly changed the way I looked at my own life.
That's Why This Journal Exists
The Everyday Magic Journal isn't about decorating your home.
Or buying more things.
Or creating a perfect life.
It's about noticing the one you're already living.
The stories you'll find here begin with ordinary moments.
A candle burning while dinner cooks.
A market basket that comes home carrying shells instead of groceries.
A white pebble.
A volunteer flower.
A windows-down playlist.
The things themselves aren't the point.
The life they point back to is.
Welcome
If you've ever tucked a shell into your pocket...
Pressed a flower into a book...
Saved a handwritten note...
Or smiled when you found an old feather on a windowsill...
You've been collecting touchstones, too.
You may not have called them that.
Neither did I.
I'm so glad you're here.
Continue Reading
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White Is Never Nothing
A quiet color with more to say than most people realize.
A seasonal collection of stories about noticing, gathering, and remembering.
The conversation continues.
Every Tuesday and Friday, I write a letter to women who still notice.
We talk about beautiful things, beautiful stories, and the little moments worth remembering.
I'd love to have you there.