Quite often we squirrel away little bits of nature into pockets and become fond of them, they represent a feeling or a place and time. I picked up this acorn during a walk along the River Dart. I was on a mindfulness retreat with my Aunt who was living with cancer. The weekend was a precious gift, a respite from reality and a celebration of our friendship. The weekend passed, and in time so did my Aunt. But I kept the acorn in my coat pocket. On dog walks on cold bleak mornings I would reach my hand in, and run it over the smooth surface. I was then instantly transported back to the time with my Aunt and immersed in a feeling of gratitude. The acorn represented so much to me, and I kept it in my pocket for over a year. When I reached into my pocket and found it missing I was very upset. My son asked me what was wrong and through the tears I told him I had lost my acorn. (I love how you can say this to a child and they understand how world shattering a lost acorn can be!) Everybody was on board and the search began, though to no avail. I reasoned to myself that it was just a symbol, and that the memory was still there. But I missed my acorn, and had a little flutter of sadness each time I reached into my coat pocket. Then one morning my son was yelling gleefully at me from the car- 'Mummy, Mummy! I have found it!' The acorn had fallen out of my pocket and rolled under a seat in the car. I was so pleased to have it back, that I decided to immortalise it, by casting it in silver. This method of casting is rustic, and I enjoy the timelessness of it...people have made symbols this way for hundreds of years. My silver acorn is not perfect, but nor is life. I can now reach down into my pocket and feel the smooth silver, a reminder of a time and a place.