i love the round one. just so ... round. and sort of flat, like a glob of putty left out and stepped on. the white one looks like a quartz and i wish i had a rock tumbler to round it out and see what it looks like. i've been toying with ideas for my moss garden and have been 'pinning' them to my pinterest page. i saw a very cute gazing ball and was thinking i could make a small one with a marble, but the dark stone is triangle shaped with a flat end that would perfectly hold a marble ... or a polished piece of quartz.
i think the reason i've become so fascinated with rocks is because they are just so ancient. at some point in time, they were pushed up from the ground, or washed ashore from the sea, a lake, rolled down a river, or tumbled from a mountain. melted. crushed. molded. cooled. they might have even fallen from the sky. each one is unique. each one with a story. a fossil hidden inside, or the magic of an agate or geode. they don't grow on trees or come from seeds. perfect, imperfect, large, small, variegated, solid, fragile, strong, weak ... unique.
just like every single one of us.
pushed, pulled, washed, rolled, tumbled, crushed, molded. perfect, imperfect, large, small, strong, weak. unique with a story to share. we are shaped by where we come from, and where we are. we are molded by pressure. but no matter how much someone tries to crush us, we bounce back. we are stronger than we think. we are unique.