Writing my way through the A-to-Z blogging challenge, I’ve tasked myself with leading you on a meandering tour of the virtual garden of delights and curiosities and thoughts that make up my world – all through the lens of unusual, obscure, or simply charming-to-me words.
R is for…
rupestrine: (adj) living or growing on or among rocks
While clearly the true definition of this word does not refer to me, I have no trouble declaring that I live among rocks.
What did we ever do without Google and/or the other search engines? Oh sure there was the library. Don’t get me wrong – I love libraries and wouldn’t give them up for a second. But pre-computer researching in a library was a fairly linear process. You had to know what you’re looking for and the incidental amusing finds were serendipitous chance. But Google – now that’s a different story. Of course you are likely to find what you’re looking for. But more delightful to me is finding things I’m not looking for.
Today I was curious about the origins of Rock-Paper-Scissors. Bet you didn’t know the first reference to the game was in the Chinese Han Dynasty (206 BC-220 AD). Nor that Christie’s auction house won the right to sell off a 20 million dollar collection of art based on winning a rock-paper-scissors competition with Sotheby’s.
I also discovered there is a Collect Rocks Day – September 16 to be exact. Who makes these things up? I have no idea, but I do like rocks so I’m happy to celebrate it.
My partner apparently is even more on top of these things than I am. Or at least ready to celebrate ahead of time. He gifted me with a small collection of rocks that had a high potential of being geodes. With some effort we managed to open several of them. And so now I have two beautiful opened geodes.
Our house is filled with stones. I’ve been a collector since I was a child. It’s safe to say I have an ongoing love affair with my stone friends. I have Rose Quartz in every room, I adore holey stones, and heart-shaped stones seem to find their way to me. I love garden pebbles and gemstones and everything in between. And it’s true I call them friends. I know stones to be vibrational beings with lots of wisdom to share with us, and so I invite them in like honored guests. I don’t think of them as tools, or things to be “programmed” or needing “clearing.” They aren’t here to do my bidding, anymore than I’m here to do anyone else’s bidding. But they are wise teachers and kind friends.
I’m always curious about what stones people are attracted to and if they collect a particular type. I love this line from a poem by Nancy Willard entitled Choosing a Stone:
“. . . This woman saves stones on the verge of extinction. Thin as a cat’s ear, they shine like coins rubbed faceless for luck, for safe crossing.”
Isn’t that lovely? You can read the entire poem here.
So tell me are you a stone collector? Love a particular kind? Make decisions using rock-paper-scissors? Find something curious on a recent Googling tour? Do tell, you know I love to hear.