Friday, January 13, 2006
Quartzsite
At the moment we are at The Rock and Gem Show at Quartzsite. The best rocks, of course, are Australian!!! Above is Mookaite and Orbicular Granite. Below is Tiger Eye. End of January we will move on to Tucson until mid February when we will return home to Australia.
America!!
I'm in America and received an email from a friend telling me she had just started blogging!! So here I am. Probably talking to myself. But isn't it amazing???
I am here in America with the love of my life, selling rock from Western Australia at the Rock and Gem Show in Quartzsite.
When I have more time I will write more!! How exciting this is!!
Later.... much much later... Like, two months later. Never did get around to finishing that blog. We finished at the show though, successfully. We have rocks in Western Australia that are absolutely unique. People would wander by our booth which had trestle tables heavily laden with polished rocks of all colours from purples, reds and blues to greens, yellows and golds. I would see them stop in their tracks and need to touch the rocks because they could hardly believe their eyes. Has this beauty come from beneath our feet? It surely did. And they ask questions about the rock and keep touching. What I found the most interesting was how a person would browse the whole booth, dozens of different rocks but keep going back to the same one as if it were a magnet to them. Why did that particular colour or texture mean something special to that person? We might make light of people who believe in receiving therapy from something as 'dead' as a rock but maybe there is more to it than meets the eye.
I am here in America with the love of my life, selling rock from Western Australia at the Rock and Gem Show in Quartzsite.
When I have more time I will write more!! How exciting this is!!
Later.... much much later... Like, two months later. Never did get around to finishing that blog. We finished at the show though, successfully. We have rocks in Western Australia that are absolutely unique. People would wander by our booth which had trestle tables heavily laden with polished rocks of all colours from purples, reds and blues to greens, yellows and golds. I would see them stop in their tracks and need to touch the rocks because they could hardly believe their eyes. Has this beauty come from beneath our feet? It surely did. And they ask questions about the rock and keep touching. What I found the most interesting was how a person would browse the whole booth, dozens of different rocks but keep going back to the same one as if it were a magnet to them. Why did that particular colour or texture mean something special to that person? We might make light of people who believe in receiving therapy from something as 'dead' as a rock but maybe there is more to it than meets the eye.
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