Rocks (All Over The World)

I have recently read a book about rocks – how they are formed, what they are made of, what their significance is in their environments…
Amongst my various collections is a sizeable hoard of rocks.
Some are polished, bought from bowls of multicoloured stones.
A large portion are those I have picked up from beaches, neighbourhood walks, or random driveways.

There are some that are reminders of my years in England – mostly found on beaches, although I am not sure now which beaches…

I don’t know what their origin stories are.
What they’re made of, or how they got to where I found them.
Just that they caught my eye.
All different materials, wildly different colours (the speckly round one at the front shows up as pink/green/bluish grey when wet) – all beautiful.

Some others 😀
The big flat black one is vaguely Australia-shaped, although hard to see here.

When we think of rock, we think of something that is durable. Long lasting, sitting in the landscape, regardless of what the world of humans is doing.
And although it is shaped and polished by the weather, rock does tend to move to a longer timeline than we do.

Easter is nearly here.
The world is furiously turning. Burning. Never standing still.
And I am glad that we can place our feet on the eternal Rock, to Whom we can run when the mountains shake.
❤