Oct 22 • 🎉 Rock Hounding Resources
My Current Rock Friends Waiting To Be Thrown Around
Here are the four rocks that I took from the yard of my last house and loved them so much I brought them to my new house. If rocks find me and they're for playing with, I usually end up with complementary pairs, like here. I put my foot in the picture so you can get idea of scale.
To me all four of them have big smiles. They seem to emanate a certain content hum, I think, because they're loved. When I pick them up I always smile.
Often I use two at a time throwing them up in the air as I run, switching hands from the throwing to catching back and forth across my center line. I usually get into a rhythm of throwing them about 2-3 feet above my head and catching them on the soft side coming down from chest to tummy level to keep their momentum in the upswing to throw them back up, switching hands again. The small ones are for "easy days." The big ones I have to be careful as they're big. I can only just about palm them in my entire hand and fingers.
So when I double up on a "hard day" throwing two of the big ones together I start slow and only throwing them about 1 foot above my head to ease into having somewhat dangerous projectiles flying around my head (and/or feet if I miss!) as I do a slow jog.
The super fun of it all is that as the rocks and I get into sync together and start to move in a field of oneness, I can start to run faster and throw them higher. I only do these big rocks together when I run around in my own yard because if I use big rocks like this at the beach, there are too many distractions and it looks weird enough that I forebear. (I'm quite small and petite and those rocks are pretty big.)
Often I play with just one of the big rocks going back and forth between my hands and sometimes using both hands if I'm running faster than a jog.
I don't think of rocks as being able to "be happy" the way that we humans think of it, but I do get the sensation that they have an awareness that they are being thrown through time and space and vibe on it. They're special, having special rock experiences.
When I'm done with my playing rocks, whether it's after 20 minutes or many years, I give them a kiss and say "Thank you!!" out loud and throw them somewhere nice, like the ocean or a nice tree knoll. Sometimes I get teary for a second for the ones I've had for a long time.
It's never occurred to me to think about "what kind of rock is this?" Probably because of my eastern philosophical background. From a certain perspective, it can be easy to not attempt to classify things, but more appreciate everything as its unique self. Though when people share their detailed rock-loving knowledge I always feel enriched.
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My Current Rock Friends Waiting To Be Thrown Around
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