Nature gives back. Whenever I go for a walk I have a tendency to look down. "My eyes are constantly scanning the ground for treasures. A piece of bark, an acorn, a pine cone, driftwood, a shell, sea glass, a leaf or rock." When I was a child I collected rocks and minerals. I amassed quite a collection. In part because my grandfather gave me some of his. He actually got me into the hobby. Today my grandson carries on the tradition. Growing up I had a number of books full of photographs with descriptions of rocks and minerals. I poured over them day and night… with each new discovery in hand. A little card table was set up in the basement of my parents bungalow to house my ROCK COLLECTION and reference library. I labeled each and every one of the rocks I found. I had amber, petrified wood, apache tears, mica, quartz, pyrite, obsidian, lapis, turquoise, jasper, garnets, agate, amethyst and rough cut diamonds. Though I wanted to be an archaeologist... I fancied myself a geologist of sorts, at that time in my life. But the term Rock Hound was what I called myself because it sounded hip and cool... best describing what I did, hunting for rocks. Never a lapidarist, though… my fascination for the raw uncut beauty of these pieces stays with me, even as an adult.
I believe in their healing power as our ancient civilizations once did. Have you ever been to a ROCK SHOW? Do you have a favorite rock or mineral?