I hesitate to refer to either of the following as ‘objects’, but they can be touched, and they can touch me back…when they feel like it, or when I let them.
Just outside Kildare, at the Solas Bhride Centre, is this statue, fittingly enough, of St. Brigid. You can visit, if you’d like, but be warned; HERE THERE BE NUNS.
They’re nice nuns, though. Although Solas Bhride is a Christian Spirituality Centre, according to it’s website (solasbhride.ie), it “welcomes people of all faiths and of no faith.” This works out quite well for me since I can be either one depending on my current state of affairs.
This is also a place of great historical importance, for it was here that a flame in Brigid’s honour was kept burning continuously from pagan times until the reign of Henry VIII, who was famous far and wide for “ruining it for everybody.”
Luckily for some of us, this sacred flame was re-kindled in 1993.
Not a part of the Solas Bhride Centre, but not far from there, is a sacred well, also associated with St. Brigid, and her pre-Christian namesake.
This I refer to as “The Atheist’s Foxhole.” Not out loud, though. The well is tended to by the Girl Guides. They are far meaner than nuns. Also, you never know, there could be some of the Good Neighbours about and you REALLY do not want to rouse their ire.
In all seriousness, they are very special places to me, containing special objects that helped shape my life.