Spending a lot of time reflecting on our Unplug’d12 experience and with all the tweets about our rock sharing, I find myself considering what rocks mean to me. As I shared in our circle at Northern Edge Algonguin, I grew up with the notion that rocks were a nuisance, actually a hazard (no pun intended Ben) that would result in damage to my dad’s (and later, my husband’s) farm equipment. Rocks became the bain of my summer vacation, back-breaking work actually that kept me from spending time with friends.
Interestingly enough, I studied geology in university and came to appreciate their beauty, mystery, their value for all living things on earth. My very existence is thanks to rocks. And what parent doesn’t have a box of their child’s rock collection stashed somewhere special?
So, I brought a rock to Unplug’d12, a hurried choice, a shallow reflection accompanying it. When I listened to the meaningful connections of the others, I knew I would do it differently next time. I hope I get that chance. Every song, every poem, and every story (thanks Kelly) about rocks I encounter will be different. Connections with people just expanded to include these mineral wonders. Spent the weekend hauling a fine assortment of these weighty wonders throughout my garden to honour my time at unplug’d.
Rocks rock (sorry, couldn’t resist)