It's Never "Just A Rock"

I read an article the other day that said there was no such thing as “just a rock”. No rock, not one of them, is “just a rock”. Ask a geologist. Every rock, every last one of them, tells a story. Geologists have been trained to read the stories these rocks tell. Not only that, they get crazy excited about it. The rock doesn’t have to be shiny, or iridescent, a popular color, or a little druzy. Actually, if you happen to be married to a geologist, they sometimes get more excited about the “plain” ones. You think plain brown but they will go on about how that sandstone shows ancient river deposits that might have surged through time to cut something so deep, you can’t fathom the bottom. They might tell you a certain imperfection or crack shows the exact way a mountain was built. A typical granite is a magma chamber deep in the heart of a volcano. Something small is actually part of a giant forest buried in ash. Something so much greater than anything we see. They know the story, and better yet, they can take that dusty plain Jane rock and bring out the beauty within.

It’s a pretty good lesson to have.

I hope that those who feel a little dusty, a little worn, a little dingy can know that you are seen. You are beautiful. You have a story worth knowing.

Ben and I wish you a Happy Easter weekend