I think it’s in my DNA to get excited about rocks and gemstones.
After all, my late dad was a geologist and, although he specialized in finding petroleum, he never lost his fascination with rocks.
When I was a kid, rocks were rocks. Boring inanimate objects that didn’t feel or speak to me.
Hard to get worked up over a lump of stone.
Then I went off to college and had to take a science class.
Now I’m more artistic than scientific and that, coupled with a poor background at the high school science level, told me to forgo Biology or Chemistry.
So I opted for Geology.
Sure, it made perfect sense. Daddy was a geologist. I figured I’d picked up enough from him to at least pass the course.
Geology was divided into a one-hour lecture class, three times a week, and a two-hour lab, twice a week.
The lecture class was scheduled for right after lunch. When it was hot outside, and the birds were chirping, and Spring was in the air.
And my old professor, bless his little heart, droned on and on and on, putting most of the class right to sleep.
Where we didn’t give him any trouble!
And the lab? Well, we each received a box approximately 8″ by 12″ by 1.5″ and were instructed to learn the various properties of what was inside.
Quartz and limestone and slate and such.
I, of course, found ways to memorize the markings and colors and feel of my box’s contents. And thought I was set.
Until the test.
When my teacher tricked me — my rocks weren’t there!
I didn’t know these new rocks. They didn’t look or feel the same, and I couldn’t remember properties to save my neck.
Somehow, I managed to pass. To Daddy’s delight.
Fast forward several years and once again, I’m studying rocks and gemstones and their various properties.
In an effort to learn which gemstone is purported to address which ill or need.
So I can expand my beading jewelry hobby into the healing gemstones area.
And I’m endlessly fascinated.
What goes around comes around, doesn’t it?