--You look down instead of up.Obviously, I am a rockhound, who loves rocks in all forms. I have never met a rock I didn't like, even if I had to leave it behind.
--Any rock, no matter how common, will raise your pulse.
--You see beauty in all rocks, even the ones you leave behind.
--Your family and friends just roll their eyes when you pick up yet another rock.
--You are willing to dig up a rock with a spoon, even if it means ruining the spoon.
--You have been known to visit urban rock piles and risk stares from people who are wondering why a 50-something woman is crawling around in a dirt pile.
--You are willing to pay excess baggage fees (international, yet) for a large yellow rock that looks like a loaf of bread.
--Your pockets are always filled with rocks and residual dirt.
--You often find pebbles in your shoes and even socks.
--You don't mind dirt at all, even under your fingernails. That's what they make soap and water for.
--You GET why rocks are so spiritual; you understand that rocks have been around since the beginning of earth (and quite possibly before) and deserve our respect.
--You believe that rocks are not just inert objects, but living entities that will communicate to you if you are willing to "listen" to what they have to say.
--You see art in rock formations.
--You are willing to pay good money for a rock just because you like it and not because it's valuable to others.
On this blog, I plan to post images of my rocks, both ordinary and unusual. I even have some valuable rocks, but not that many. Most of my rocks are random discoveries.
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