For the love of Rocks
I come from a long line of dedicated rock hounds. I know that because my mother
told me this one day as we walked back from getting our mail in rural Port Alberni,
BC. The 10 minute walk was sometimes much longer as we searched out special
looking pebbles or of course, the'wishing stones' which on Vancouver Island were
usually granite with a skinny stripe of quartz that encircled the entire stone.
We've been lucky to bring back precious [to me] earth stones from many parts of
the world.
Lake Tiberias in Israel, Persian Gulf area, Dingle, Ireland, Isle of Sky area,
Edinburgh, and Inverness areas in Scotland, a walk back to our hotel in Strasbourg,
France. The Levent Valley near Malatya, Turkey sometimes referred to as the Grand
Canyons of the Anatolia. The stone in my palm almost always brings back the day.
My regret is that I didn't label the stones in some way. Regardless, all have been
tumbled together in boxes, a jumble of earths' wonderful energy.
I keep them in bowls scattered around the house. One on our sofa table. Another
in the entry.
Also a small dish in the studio just to remind me of where I've been.
Of course, I also have boxes of undisplayed stones. I have a plan to make some sort
of design somewhere in the flower beds one of these days.
And finally, no pebble here!
My husband and I were beach foraging last night just as the sun was going down
and the tide was retreating. Magical moments leave magic behind. We marveled
at the eons that had to pass to create this magnificent piece of petrified wood.
W h a t a t r e a t!
Are you a fellow Rock Hound?
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