It only took me a couple of minutes to think of one object that I would say gave me a sense that all was right with the world and ironically, it is the one item I don't have readily available to me anymore.
My object is a tiny pewter Piglet pin (Piglet of Classic Winnie the Pooh stories) that I bought with Roby's mom and sister the day we picked up his ashes. We had stopped at a little store for goodness only knows what and I saw these tiny little pins and bought one for each of us as a talisman. Hard to explain now, but it made sense then.
I wore my pin every day for about 3 years - even one of the students I used to interpret with remembers it. I touched it any time I was feeling stressed or anxious. Just a tiny pin that represented Roby's spirit - it felt to me as if that pin had him in it. When I touched it, I felt grounded.
One day, years after I started wearing it, I got into my car after a job and when my hand went to my collar to touch it, as was my habit, it was gone! I panicked. Literally freaked. I looked everywhere, I went back to the job and looked and asked others to keep an eye out for my pin. I wept when I realized it was probably gone. I mean, this thing is TINY and the back of the pin was a tie tack - they get loose eventually. Finally, a couple of days later, I was getting into my car and found it tucked between my car seat and the emergency break. I was ecstatic and decided to put the pin on a ribbon hanging from my rear view mirror. Not the same as wearing it daily, but I didn't want to lose it because of the loose tie tack (um, replace the back...).
When the car was totalled in an accident, I had to pull all my stuff out of the car and I put it in a box that I have lost track of...but I still think about that pin. And miss it. Sometimes, my hand will stray to my collar to touch it. It isn't there, but I think that is where I carry Roby's energy still.
So, there you have it. My safety object. I know I have it here somewhere, and now I am motivated to try to find it.