My fascination with ocean rocks may bore some, but can keep me fascinated for hours.
My attempt at building rock formations fails in comparison to most , but even my feeble attempts bring me to a place of solace and calm as I try to get one rock to connect to another. Teetering and close to falling but yet hanging on with a slight touch of my hand.
The elation when the rock structure holds and the big awe when they tumble down.
Searching for just the right rock in a seashore that is made up only of rocks is part the fun, just the right shape and size for the base of the structure, different weights and shapes, allow the minutes to pass over me like the waves hitting the shore. With each new find and new wave a little less stress and a lot more calm
I am amazed at how each rock holds a different colour , pattern or texture and how years and years of being tossed around in the salty ocean have formed what they have become and will become.
How different they look as the tide comes to take them away. Now immersed in water their colours patterns and true personalities emerge.
Thousands and thousands of rocks each with their own story
And just as I finish my rock art, a seal swims by, pops it head up to take a look at what I am convinced is admiration of my work
My therapy today
Thank you for reading as I journey through Life, Love and Laughter