Rocks

Since my last post was about stones, I thought I'd tell you about rocks as well. 

I have always picked up random rocks ... on a walk, in a parking lot, or even as gifts!  My Uncle Jim was the same, always giving me a rock!  I have a yard full thanks to him.  

Yesterday, as I parked at the grocery store, I got out and there was a nicely rounded rock.  I grabbed it, lifted it to the sky and said "thanks, Uncle Jim!"

When I was visiting my brother in Montana, we were at Rocky Point Ranch along the Clark Fork river and of course I had to get me some rocks!  I made a small bucket and stuck it in my brother's truck.  I told him to take it to mom's his next visit.   Then she moved here, and the rocks came with her! I have some Montana River rocks in my yard. On my shelf. lol

In a strange way, rocks "speak" to me. Those are the ones I pick up. My fascination with rocks is called "petrofilia". Carl Jung viewed rocks as one of the symbols of primordial eternity.  Yes, I learned something new today, too!

Thanks, Uncle Jim!

Montana River Rocks 

(small ones I snuck home in a suitcase!)

Yep, I like rocks!!!