A touchstone is something that reminds me that I’m always home. It might be the particular shape of a rock, blossom’s scent, feeling-response, my husband’s touch, a chance comment, or an animal’s glance–and a recognition spontaneously opens.
Each touchstone–always an unexpected gift–brings a flush of gratitude, and often I find my hand makes its way to my heart. Apparent time and space fall away.
© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2013