Idk whether it was a child or a contractor/groundskeeper with a vibrant inner child but someone collected a bunch of very pretty rocks and put them all at the bottom of the stairs near my apartment. I simply have to thank them for this super cool assortment. Here are just 3 of those rocks on display on my little shelf
most times when i've gone to a beach, on a hike, etc i'll pick up a few nice rocks and bring them back home—small smooth ones you can hold with the thumb are good—you can set up little piles around the house and get reacquainted with them every now and then
Lately, I've noticed that I have a really bad case of "sticky hands," meaning I just kind of pick up and take things off the ground. It's been a habit of mine since I was about 4/5. If I found a rock that I thought looked cool, I'd slip it into my pocket to take it home. Some time later, a pile of rocks had just accumulated in an empty drawer of my nightstand. And here I am years later, with 10 different jars/containers full of rocks and crystals.
doctor I work with walked in and plopped this bag of rocks down in front of me (her husband is a geologist so I’m always talking to her about rocks) and she was like “ I got these in the sierras over the weekend theyre all volcanic and that one has glass inside you can see/feel it that black part, it’s glass, theyre for you”
