“A pile of rocks ceases to be a rock when somebody contemplates it with the idea of a cathedral in mind.” Antoine de Saint-Exupery
I love rocks! Big rocks, little rocks, pebbles, gems and crystals. As I was cleaning out my candle holder (it is full of rocks) I started playing with them in my hands. They felt cold, and smooth to the touch. I like the clanking sound they make as I let them drop back into the glass bowl.
Then I asked myself. Where does this love for rocks come from? Looking back, way back, I used to spend lots of time in Saint-Adolphe d’Howard and Magog. My grandfather and aunt owned cottages in those towns, and I spent much time on their lakefront beach.
I remember gathering rocks into piles. However, before I would choose which rock would go into my pile, I specifically remember inspecting each rock really closely. I would wonder how God made them, because, rocks are hard, and each of them very different. I loved the see through ones, I thought they were diamonds.
“Mom mom.. Look I found a diamond!!” I would eagerly cry as I ran to show her.
When I found a pink rock magic would fill my soul. Then some looked like they had gold in them. Did I find a treasure?
I was attracted to rocks so much as a child that I even tried to sell them. Yep, when I got home from the cottage one year, I took out my most treasured rocks and set out to sell them door to door. Making money, around the age of 7 or 8, was such a pleasure. I set out with my little bag, knock on the door, and believe I had something important I had to share with these people. MY ROCKS!! I did sell a few, probably because the people who bought them thought I was cute.. Mostly, though, the adults would laugh and politely say no thank you.
I went home that day with most of my rocks, yet I was so excited that one or two adults saw the love I had for these mysterious creations of God. With 50 cents in hand, I went out and bought lots of candy!
My love for rocks still exists. I always keep enough to play with in my home, and use some to decorate my candle holders. They are a reminder strength, and endurance. I just bought myself a necklace with rocks in it! Rocks stand the test of time, and most important, that one grain of sand among thousands that makes up one rock, may have lived a million years ago… you never know!
There are many rocks and crystals with healing powers, I know, but these simple rocks and my love for these pebbles, heal me in ways I could have never imagined, and I am grateful for them.
What symbolism do you put on rocks? What comes to mind when you think of them?