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Sunday, May 17, 2009

Rock of Love

This morning I read this post from Julochka about her love affair with stones and it sparked a profusion of thoughts and memories about my own heart connection with stones and rocks.

I'm pretty sure my fascination with rocks began when I was eight and my family was living in Newfoundland. Being the last child of 40-ish parents, I learned at an early age to be comfortable playing alone and entertaining myself for hours with my imagination.

Newfoundland is a very rocky island and our house was near a low craggy mountain. One of my favorite pastimes was to find a rock about the size of a watermelon with just the right amount of crevices, ledges and ridges. This represented a house with rooms. I would dig around for the perfect stone “family” in sizes ranging from walnuts to cherry pits and drag them over to the rock home and arrange everyone in their own rooms. Smaller stones would be the family and pebbles were, of course, the babies. Flat stones would be beds, tables and cars (sometimes there would be an attached garage which required a separate rock). I could play like this for hours. No dollhouse for this young lady, no siree. I would make my own everyday right from Mother Earth. This is probably when my loves for miniatures and dollhouses was born.

This fascination with stones continued throughout my life.

When I was 12 I took a lapidary class and recall the pleasure of dragging my hands through boxes of stones when choosing one to work with. I remember a sense of being one with the stone I was working on, spending weeks together to bring out it's inner beauty.

In eight grade I went through a phase of painting rocks to look like animals.

In a high school science class, we were assigned a project in which we had to find indigenous rocks and make a display labeling them. Everyone groaned but I couldn’t wait to start. It was one of the few school projects I completed without prodding from my parents.

When my eldest son, Davide, was five we took a family vacation to Calabria where the beach was not sandy, but rocky. I was in paradise. While everyone else sunned on the beach, I spent my time walking the shore picking up lovely smooth stones and when one called out to me (as is their way) I would put it in my basket. Every morning after breakfast Davide and I would play a game. We would lie on our bellies next to each other on an air mattress then drift along the calm ocean peeking over the edge into the crystal clear water studying the millions of rocks lying the three or four feet below. We would find images in their many shapes and point out what they looked like. He would shout, “look mamina, there’s a dog or I see a car in that one”. We drove back to Rome with the car loaded with special stones.

Three years into my massage practice (nine years ago), I began to incorporate basalt stones from Hawaii into my sessions thinking the heat would be nice for my clients. I have since come to understand that my bodywork takes on a different quality when I handle them. I feel calmer and more focused. Sometimes, in the silence of a massage, I’ll accidently hit two stones together and it makes a lovely deep clicking sound. I’ve had clients tell me that they love that sound and find it relaxing.

A salt rock surrounded by ameythyst and a stone from Colorado.

This stone with the turtle was a gift from a client - it's one of my favorite possessions.

My husband brought this huge peice of rose quartz to our marriage . It was given to him by his grandfather when he was a little boy and it has become like a member of our family.He and I also bring each other rocks as little gifts when we travel independently.

In her post, Julochka said, “…stones put you back in touch with something ancient and basic and make you feel some kind of connection to a continuous line stretching through time”. I heartily agree.

We humans have a deep need to connect with our foundation: home, family, tribe, race and ancestors. When I wrap my fingers around a fragment of the most basic foundation of all - Mother Earth - I feel her ageless primordial energy, and it give me a sense of security.


Janet said...

I am SO right there with you! my favorite souvenirs have been mostly rocks, with a few shells and seed pods mixed in. when i've travled with my girlfriends to a favorite jewelry store a few hours away, i always came home with a geode or hunk of crystal, not jewelry. guess i'm going to have to get out my camera today and take pictures of rocks! yay!

oh - and i agree completely about the hot stone massage. the clicking clacking sound of the rocks hitting against each other totally does it for me. had one where the guy was trying to be extra quiet, and i kept waiting to hear that sound! didn't happen and it just wasn't the same.

Pattern and Perspective said...

My grandparents (who have passed away within the last few years) on my mother's side went on a trip to Alaska. I guess you could get off the ship for an excursion into town, where one day some boy scouts were seling local rocks from a cave...I still have this rock by the way, because it actually has 2 huge garnets set in. I love it #1 it came from my family #2 garnets are my birth stone #3 never met another with one(although they probably have them in Alaska all over). I agree that flat rocks are beauties, and especially great for a hot stone massage.

The Fragrant Muse said...

Janet- Oh yes, please take pictures of your rocks and do a post about them! What type of massage do you get?
P&P- Lovely story about the garnets from your grandparents. Besides having great sentimental value, it's probably worth quite a bit!

julochka said...

i loved your rock stories! especially the rock doll house. :-)

i wanted a rock polisher as a kid and never got one. i'm still a little bitter about that.

i had a massage with stones in the philippines last time i was there. it was awesome. i was thinking of trying to find a way to warm my rocks at home. they had a special thing for it, that i suppose kept it at the right temperature. was thinking that when our sauna is finished, i could keep a basket of them in there and they'd get to a good temperature to use. how do you get yours to the right temp?

The Fragrant Muse said...

Julie - its never to late to get that rock polisher! I heat my stones in a crock pot with water. I set it on the warm setting (as opposed to the cooking setting) about an hour before I begin and they stay around 110F all day. If you don't want to use a family-sized appliance, you could get one of those tiny crockpots for making sauces and put in a couple of potato-sized stones. Give them about 40-60 min to heat. If you have a headache or just want to relax, lie on your back and slide two under your neck. Holding one in each hand is nice too. Very comforting. You're putting in a sauna? A dry sauna? VERY healthy! Super for detoxing!

The Fragrant Muse said...

PS Julie- Your rock story opened up everyone's hearts!

Janet said...

i've had several different massages. the hot stone is probably my favorite, but i do also love a head and facial massage. i want to try a lymphatic massage, just haven't taken the time to find someone to do it and schedule it.