Every story we carry is layered — woven of memory, meaning, and the quiet truths that rise only when we pause long enough to listen. Keeper of My Story was born from that pause.

Not everything begins with a bang.
Sometimes, the beginning is a whisper.

A rustle in the leaves.
A half-formed sentence in the dark.
A longing that arrives before you have words for it.

If you’ve been feeling it too—the pull to slow down, to gather what’s been scattered, to return to something ancient and quietly yours—you’re not alone.