My son (now a grown man with a toddler of his own) collected rocks from early on. Perhaps you’ve heard this story. When we went outdoors, he always came home with a rock in his hand. Then, when he was five or so, just learning to write, he categorized and labeled the rocks in a repurposed compartmentalized cardboard box that had originally held classroom crayons. The categories were, if I’m remembering correctly, as follows: lucky rocks; byoutifool rocks; intrestin rocks; and speshul rocks. Maybe there was a “colorful rocks” category, I don’t recall. In any case, there were so many “intrestin” rocks that they had to be stored in more than one of the compartments.
A fundamental truth: “What energy is more activating and grounding than that of a toddler? Who else has more lust (for life) and worries less about the haters? Who taught us that colorful rocks are powerful if not tiny children?” Bowie said the Starman said it: “Let all the children boogie.”
So so funny and touching, as usual, Langan!!
My son (now a grown man with a toddler of his own) collected rocks from early on. Perhaps you’ve heard this story. When we went outdoors, he always came home with a rock in his hand. Then, when he was five or so, just learning to write, he categorized and labeled the rocks in a repurposed compartmentalized cardboard box that had originally held classroom crayons. The categories were, if I’m remembering correctly, as follows: lucky rocks; byoutifool rocks; intrestin rocks; and speshul rocks. Maybe there was a “colorful rocks” category, I don’t recall. In any case, there were so many “intrestin” rocks that they had to be stored in more than one of the compartments.
My guess is that they were ALL powerful rocks.
A fundamental truth: “What energy is more activating and grounding than that of a toddler? Who else has more lust (for life) and worries less about the haters? Who taught us that colorful rocks are powerful if not tiny children?” Bowie said the Starman said it: “Let all the children boogie.”