Large rocks washed constantly by stream water -- tumbling to and fro when the water is high, warming in the sun when the water is low becoming smaller and smaller.
I like to imagine the huge rocks slowly (very slowly) being reduced to small rocks that can be held in my hand.
"Water is the driver of nature". - Leonardo da Vinci
Very slowly indeed - but then I find that reassuring. It's good to know the ground under my feet is unlikely to vanish overnight...
ReplyDeleteI love rocks. I never thought about why I love them. We collect them. Even when I am weeding and dig up rocks/pebbles I collect them and leave them there in the flower bed in a neat little pile.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a kid we found a geode and dragged it all over the place in a red wagon.
xx, Carol
Rocks rock! Especially with water around.
ReplyDeleteI've just reclaimed my rockhound self, having set it aside too long ago under the heading of "impractical." We live on a waterfall in NC, and I am awed by the huge boulders and the water necessary to have floated them around before depositing them here in my front yard. Living near the "gem capitol of the world," I have all sorts of rocks - windowsills filled, bookshelves, hearth - they are everywhere. And I love it.
ReplyDeleteAs an end-of-life doula many times over and as a woman who studies dying, grief, and mourning (yes, really), this is beautiful in its honesty and in its openness, this is absolutely beautiful.
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