How many times have we heard the saying that every day is a good opportunity to learn something new? Countless times... but it still surprises me each time I get to know something I was not aware of.
We, humans, make connections between things that seemingly don't have anything in common, maybe because we want to give them more importance, and want to feel them closer to us. We want to learn more about life, our existence, and our fate, and then we draw connections between things and preserve them in our memory. Or? Does it happen unconsciously? We are curious, we observe, touch, feel, create and voila - a new thing is learned for some reason, mystical or logical.
That is exactly what happened right now, when I started to write this post. I just arrived home (it is late in the evening) after a whole day spent between work and a quite nice break I had during lunchtime. I will skip the part about work and focus only on that free time. You see the place where I spent it from my photos. Beach, yes.
And surrounded by pebbles, of course. ;)
I am not sure when and why I started to have a special attachment to the pebbles. It has been for ages, I could say. The beach in the town where we lived for such a long time is a shingle beach. It is composed of well-rounded gravel, mixed with coarse sand. When you get out of the water and that sand sticks to your skin, your legs look like breaded meat. 馃槀 That is how we used to joke when my son was small, that we looked like breaded meat, which was his favourite food.
There are also those bigger rocks that live among the smaller pebbles and coarse sand. When I saw these big rocks, I remembered that comment exchange with Avdesing yesterday. We mentioned the energy of the piece I played, that drawing fire or lightning on a rock could be done while listening to that piece, so I think she could use some of these for her creations.
However, I took a smaller one as I wanted to draw a shooting star these days, and tell you something about it. It happened last year, in November. I was driving home one evening on the almost empty highway, and only the huge black canvas - the completely dark sky - was seen through my windshield. And then, so unexpectedly, I got that gift from it - I saw that shooting star.
For me, it was strange to see it in November, as I used to see shooting stars mainly in summer. Anyway, I kept the memory of it, and for some time, I wanted to try to make a kindness rock with a shooting star. It happened this afternoon in my classroom, where I had a pencil (all the black in actually just a grey/black pencil). Not the best representation of a meteor, but I have to confess that I like how the black sky effect turned out, with small stars.
What I didn't know until now (until I started with this post) is that the shooting star I saw was maybe from the meteor shower called Northern Taurids, and that...
...the Taurids are made up of weightier material, pebbles. source
I was not aware of the connection between the rocks I use for the kindness rocks and the light in the sky that made that impact on me a few months ago. Maybe a coincidence, maybe not, but in any case, I learned something new today. 馃し鈥嶁檧
Oh, and I also found kindness rocks on my way to the beach, on the fence of one house. I couldn't resist picking it up (just for the photo, later I put it back). So beautiful and cute giraffes, a baby giraffe and its mom. 馃槏
They had to come here, to our tiny Hive Kindness Rocks community!
