I collect rocks. •*¨*•♥ I know…I’m a shameless rock hound.
For those times people ask me what I want for a present (i.e. birthdays and Christmas) I always say rocks. 🙂
I have some very beautiful rocks. And I have boxes of ‘gravel’ rocks the grandchildren have ‘found’ for me. Rocks they picked up walking home from the bus stop, or when they were out helping us irrigate or pull weeds in the bean field. .•❥*◝◟¸* Those are (also) beautiful rocks–gems of the rarest kind.
Rocks speak to me, you see. They tell me about time…time eons ago. They measure time ….stopping time, so to speak. They keep time from flying away, from departing, from ending. ~♥~
Yesterday I decided I wanted to somehow display my rocks, so I had my boxes and boxes of rocks out going through them; thinking about how to bring them from their containers and into the our daily lives.
A heart shaped rock!
“Write in on your heart ❤, that every day is the best day of the year.”–Ralph Waldo Emerson `*.¸.*´
Some days it is very hard to remember to do so, but do it anyway. Then, as time moves forward, when you look back you will start to see the heartbeat within the turmoil.
Your friend within the forever,