Fifteen years ago I found a silver ring on the ground. It arrived in my life in a very stormy period and somehow it came to symbolize help and protection. For fifteen years it’s been sitting on my left thumb, becoming a natural part me, reminding me of a connection to something bigger – and as the years have gone by and my life have unfolded, reminding me of my own strength. That silver ring became my security blanket and has in many ways been my most important belonging. I’ve always felt that it was only mine to borrow. That I was lucky to find it and should be prepared to let it go again one day.
Fifteen years ago I found a silver ring – and last week I lost it again.