Language of the Heart...
Have you ever discovered a 'heart' rock in your travels? Does it conjure up memories of a broken heart, a heart full of love or is it simply a stone in the shape of a heart? What does it symbolize to you? Each 'heart rock' offers a special meaning to the one who discovers or receives it. What's your story? Everyone has one.
Tell us about yours...
2) Post a comment and join in the 'collective' conversation
3) Send us the url to your blog, website or post to be included in one our Heart Rock lists. Refer other sites.
Tell us about yours...
Three ways to share your Heart Rock story with us:
2) Post a comment and join in the 'collective' conversation
3) Send us the url to your blog, website or post to be included in one our Heart Rock lists. Refer other sites.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Heart Rock Sculptures...
Hi, I've collected heart shaped rocks from around the world, and after gathering several thousand of them, I wanted to display them in a way I could enjoy them. Here are some of the results. ~ Rives McDow (April 19, 2010)
To see more of Rive's work....check out his sculptures on flickr.
Collective Garden of Serenity
What am I going to do with all these rocks?
If you're a voracious rock collector, like myself, you've probably pondered this question many times.
The idea of a desk 'rock garden' emerged one day at work with my desire to create a welcoming and peaceful atmosphere for our clients and colleagues upon first entering our office suite. Someplace to relax...a place of refuge from the demands of the work day.
It started with a few simple rocks...you know how that goes. The 'rock' garden continued to grow as colleagues and friends dropped by the office with gifts of rocks and shells from their vacation and travels. When someone asked about where I found all these rocks, I'd smile and then begin to share the stories behind each rock.
My former colleague, Barbara, told me that as she trekked through the deserts of Arizona, she remembered my love of rocks. She slipped a few precious finds in her backpack to bring back for my collection.
Strangers would pass by my office window; stop to admire the garden and a few would venture into the office to share their passion for rocks.
One colleague joked that soon my desk will be covered in rocks and there would be no desktop to work (yes! that is my plan ;)
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