Life and writing, serious and humorous, old and young, past and present: it's all part of the fabric.
Are you familiar with any of the writers out there who participate in "Smooth Stones?"Annette from my link Aspen Meadows, writes with many others..interesting.
No, Lori - will check it/them out tho. . .
I love stones and rock, especially agates. For me it is the connection to the earth and its processes. We are heading to the North Shore and will sit on the rock beaches and search for agates tomorrow.
Ah, Library Jewel, you will be among gems.
J'aime découvrir et ramener ces petites pierres qui se trouvent autour de moi dans mon atelier...Une jolie publication avec de si jolis mots...Gros bisous
Merci and gros bisous xx
i'm trying to recall if any of your characters have been extremely tactile, if any of them have loved holding stones in their hands.
Hmmm. Now *I* am trying to recall the same . . . Zinny in Chasing Redbird is one who comes to mind - clearing a trail with her hands, planting flowers . . . but none who held stones (yet) . . .
When I was a kid, I used to find stones--pretty ones or smooth ones--and carry them around in my pockets. Often I forgot I had them there, and caused my mother no amount of consternation and confusion as to how all the rocks got into her washing machine!
I remember gluing rocks onto a board and labeling them when I was a child. I thought rocks were fascinating with their unique colors and patterns.Merely looking at the photo in this post brings about a sense of peace. I'm sure that the muted colors, smooth textures, and the delicate shape of the rocks contribute to this feeling. I agree with Library Jewel's "connection to earth" statement. When I hold a rock, especially when they have qualities like these, there's a feeling of security and stability.
Love collecting pebbles too! Especially when they are heart shaped and I've got a small collection of them!Thanks for sharing yours;o)And thanks for the visit through your lovely space;o)***Happy day****
“Maybe we’re here only to say: house, bridge, well, gate, jug, olive-tree, window--at most, pillar, tower--but to say them, remember, oh! to say them in a way that the things themselves never dreamed of so intensely.” --Rilke
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