SOUL WEALTH CHRONICLES – ISSUE 71
Timeless Treasure
There are some things in life that carry more than their physical weight.
They carry memory.
They carry history.
They carry love.
This morning, something unexpected happened.
I found a ring I thought I had lost forever.
Not just any ring.
The very first gold ring my father ever bought me……a gift he gave me on my 16th birthday.
For months, I believed it was gone.
I had convinced myself that I must have lost it at the nail salon sometime before my birthday. I retraced my steps in my mind over and over again. I even asked the salon if they had found anything.
Nothing.
Eventually, I accepted that it was simply gone.
Still… something in me always felt like it wasn’t.
Yesterday, while getting my nails done, I thought about it again. I even caught myself hoping I might randomly find it on the floor of my car.
But this morning, while moving things around on a cluttered desk in my house, there it was.
Just sitting there.
Waiting.
I must have taken it off while packing for my trip to Las Vegas months ago and absentmindedly placed it there.
Hidden in plain sight.
The ring itself is a gold coin ring…..the kind that was popular in the 90s.
At the time, it was simply a beautiful gift from my father.
Now it feels like something much deeper.
Over the years, it became part of me. One of those pieces you wear for so long that it no longer feels like an accessory….it feels like you.
And without even fully realizing it, I had felt strangely naked without it.
That was the strongest feeling when I found it.
Not excitement.
Not shock.
Relief.
Relief that something meaningful had not disappeared from my life after all.
Relief that something tied to my father, my younger self, and a part of my personal history had found its way back to me.
And what made the moment even more meaningful was what happened later that same day.
I went downtown to 2nd Sunday on King Street here in Charleston.
It was a beautiful warm sunny day; a little hot, a little humid, but still beautiful.
I met up with Becki, and we mostly just walked around and did a little window shopping.
And honestly, it ended up being a really nice day.
The highlight for me was visiting the Estelle Colored Glass flagship store.
That store was absolutely beautiful.
Light, airy, colorful… it felt like spring the moment you walked in.
The space was immaculate, and there was something really inspiring about seeing a Black woman from South Carolina build something that elegant and high-end right there on King Street, surrounded by luxury stores.
That was impressive to me.
We even had mocktails while we were there, and I had a Lavender French 75, which was refreshing and perfect for the day.
My second favorite stop was the bookstore.
Of course.
There were so many books I wanted to buy, including one by the author of The Alchemist, which is still one of my favorite books.
And then there was Veronica Beard.
Every single piece in that store felt like something I would wear.
The clothing, the accessories, the aesthetic… all of it felt very much like my style.
And yes, I also loved that the brand is called Veronica Beard.
That part made me smile.
There was also a cute stop at Woof Gang Bakery, which was adorable.
And one woman complimented me on my dress, which was a small but sweet moment.
Nothing major happened.
And maybe that’s the point.
Sometimes a good day doesn’t need to be dramatic.
Sometimes a good day is just:
sunshine,
beauty,
books,
a good drink,
feeling pretty,
being outside,
and enjoying your own life.
Later, after I came home and changed clothes, I took Teddy and Layla out for a walk.
And while we were walking, I came across a tiny white feather.
I hadn’t seen a feather in a long time.
And I remembered something I once read that white feathers can symbolize that loved ones who have passed are near.
Now whether someone sees that spiritually or symbolically, I think what mattered most to me was the timing of it.
Because earlier that same day, I had found the ring my father gave me.
And then later, on a quiet walk, I noticed a white feather.
And somewhere in between all of that, I took a photo and compared it to a picture of myself from four years ago.
And the biggest difference I noticed wasn’t just physical.
It was energetic.
I looked… free.
Free from trying to be someone I wasn’t.
Free from trying to force myself into identities, environments, or expectations that never truly fit me.
Free in a way that only comes after life has stripped a lot away.
And that realization hit me.
Because the woman in that older photo had no idea what was coming by the end of that same year.
She had no idea how drastically her life was about to change.
She had no idea how much she would have to lose, release, survive, and rebuild.
And yet… she became me.
And I became this version of myself.
The one who can now look back and say:
I may have gone through a lot,
but I am finally becoming more of who I truly am.
That’s why today felt meaningful.
Not because of one huge event.
But because it felt like a day full of small confirmations.
That I’m changing.
That I’m softer now.
That I’m freer now.
That I’m becoming more at home within myself.
And maybe that’s what a timeless treasure really is.
Not just a ring.
But the parts of yourself that remain true through every version of your life.
The things that survive the change.
The things that still belong to you.
The things that always find their way back.
May we all find our way back to what was always meant for us.
With grace,
Natalie
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