10 things to love about rocks

  1. When I wake up in the morning, they’re still there.
  2. They’ve been there longer than I can imagine.
  3. They appear in all different colors.
  4. They’re the closest thing to permanence you can find on this earth.
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    Photo from: Hawaii Center for Volcanology

  6. When they get really hot, they glow from the inside out.
  7. They know what it’s like to be both liquid and solid.
  8. They come in really, really big shapes that are fun to look at or climb.
  9. Their veins trickle through in usually beautiful, contrasting colors.
  10. If you sit beside them, you might learn patience.
  11. When I wake up in the morning, they’re still there.

OK, that was only nine reasons. But their persistence is what I have always loved most about rocks.

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4 Responses to 10 things to love about rocks

  1. Melanie Mulhall says:February 13, 2009 at 6:27 pm


    You just might be the first person I have ever known to list ten things (with one repetition) to love about rocks. I love it! Here’s another: If you sit with them and pay attention, they sometimes tell you amazingly things about the nature of things and people. Okay, here’s another: Each type of rock/mineral has a signature vibration that can be read.

    Lovely blog.


  2. Kathy Kaiser says:February 14, 2009 at 10:55 am


    I love your blog. I’m a rock lover, too, and often find myself sitting in front of a particularly interesting rock face and meditating upon it.

  3. Pedantka says:February 16, 2009 at 6:45 pm

    My favourite rocks these days are the ones I find walking along the beach, smoothed over by years and years of waves and sand and probably a few things I don’t want to think too closely about. They’re small shards of stillness, tiny lessons in compromise and centredness. I almost never leave the shore without one or two in my pocket. And I can still tell you where each one piled up in my desktop cairn came from.

  4. Priscilla says:February 17, 2009 at 10:28 pm

    I have a West African friend who says among his people, the Dagara, rocks signify memory. More than signify, they ARE the memory–the bones holding the deepest memories of the earth, like the bones of the body contain the deepest knowing. We know “in our bones. . . . “