Selectively Juggling

From very early childhood till age 13, I longed to be a geologist. I loved science, rocks, fossils and the thrill of digging and unearthing unique finds. I had a bag I would take on my local neighbourhood expeditions, in it was a small hammer, a trowel, ruler, notebook and pencil. It was one of my special interest areas, and a space that enabled my sense of self, expression and imagination to soar. Can you imagine how grounding (pardon the pun) healing and healthy my dream was?

Did I become a Geologist ? Archaeologist? Or even an Anthropologist? No … life got in the way and I got swept up into life’s strong headwinds. Ultimately enabling me to land where needed. That inner child with a love of minerals, stones, rocks, crystals and artefacts, still lives on deep inside. Visual reminders of her influence and presence can be seen in the random collection of stones, shells and ‘things I’ve collected over the years. Special stones or rocks that held beauty and mystery, timeless energy and boundless history.