Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Hot Rocks

I wonder if it's OK to pick up souvenir stones while traveling.
If not, these are hot rocks.

You will find something more in woods than in brooks.
Trees and stones will teach you 
that which you can never learn from masters.
~~Saint Bernard


Dewena Callis said...

Wasn't it Anne Morrow Lindbergh who had a fondness for picking up rocks (not just seashells) and keeping one in her pocket as well as on her desk?

I'm loving this chance to visit Abbey Style Home again!

S. Etole said...

My son and grandson collect rocks. It's always fun to see what they come home with when they've been camping.

yaya said...

I've picked up my share of rocks when traveling. I think memories of the trip were inside them. Every time I picked one up, I remembered something about the trip!

tammy j said...

i have some wonderful stones.
a large oval one from a mountain stream in idaho that the marine brought back to me. and two smaller ones from that stream.
and some i've gathered for myself.
one a beautiful blue with stripes like one of yours above!
i also picked up one in London when we were there. they were digging a great hole in the street and had un~earthed a HUGE pile of dirt. in the dirt was this stone.
it was small. and had been burned black. a cobblestone.
was in from the great fire of london all those years ago?
i tell my self so.
i'm so glad the abbey's back. so very glad. xoxo
and now... i must go and discover the borgias! i've not seen it at all. how could i miss THAT!!!!

rosaria williams said...

Tangible earthy reminders of our journeys, for sure. They do tell of their origin and we definitely are connecting to our past this way too.


Hot ... pretty rocks.


RuneE said...

Of course it is all right. You brought Nature's product inside for a comparison with its cultured cousin.

Nib's End said...

Perhaps Shakespeare was thinking of Bernard when he wrote: "tongues in trees, books in the running brooks [and] sermons in stones...

I will never forget the look on the face of the man behind the airline counter several years ago when he asked me what was in the box and I told him "rocks". One man's junk is another man's treasure and those hunks of lava and granite pulled from a river in the mountain are still loved.