I live in one of the most geologically uninteresting places in the world. We are nowhere near a fault line. We have no volcanoes. No mountains. No canyons. We are near no oceans. What do we have going for us? Glacial lakes. And these lakes are full or rocks that have no business being here. This huge whopping variety of stones of every kind and size. Worn smooth and round from being ground beneath massive ice sheets. Left behind as the ice melted. Leaving us with thousands of lakes made from their retreating icy foosteps. I love rocks. I no longer know anything about them without looking up the information. But I still love them. Spouse humors me. Children make up their own names for different kinds of rocks they find. (I accidentally leave stones in my pockets. They rattle around in the dryer making sounds that for some reason do not disturb me.)I love rocks. I no longer know anything about them without looking up the information. But I still love them. Spouse humors me. Children make up their own names for different kinds of rocks they find. (I accidentally leave stones in my pockets. They rattle around in the dryer making sounds that for some reason do not disturb me.) What has been on my mind lately? Rocks. Stones. Pebbles. Sand. Okay, I don't really think about sand. It just gets stuck between my toes. I may or may not have decided that I need to bring most of the rocks that I find home with me to live in my garden. I mean to relax. I really do. And I kind of am. But I cannot help but weigh down my pockets with handfuls of volcanic rock... quartz, granite, agates, slate, bits of talc, petrified wood... and think of the ridiculously long history they represent. First to be formed... countless eons. Then to break into ever smaller pieces. More generations. The time out of time that it toook them to travel here beneath their icy transport. We are so young. My mood today was not up, not down, but somehow not quite normal-feeling. More just grey. Grey and rocky. Grey and walking alone staring at the ground. Grey and worried about missing a glint of light from a hidden crystal half-burried in sand. Grateful Crap: The songs that 3yo makes up and sings to herself "I am in the vehicle... I am in the vehicle... I am in the vehicle..." right now she is singing "The sun is going down... the sun is going down... the sun is going down..." Daily convexions: talked with a friend took meds (150mg venlaflaxine, 450mg bupropion) but not until 4:44 pm time outside time with family time with rocks... rock on. Comments are closed.
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