I remember as a babe on the porch swing my grandmother used to sing “Rock of Ages” cleft for me, let me hide myself in thee
Later, in my youth I crept into the woods where I sat solidly on a rock cliff nestled in its indentation
Strengthened by its enduring cushion
I grew to adulthood and left its shelter for awhile
Only to teeter on a shaky foundation
But eventually returned to merge into its strength and wisdom.
(Rocks are so much a part of my life. There is a rock on our trail we call our meditation rock, although there are many fantastic rock formations along the trail. We had visitors one day from Germany, England, Denmark and Sweden. We all sat on it at once to meditate. It looks like a heart. Rocks are of such importance to me. One of our big past times is to go out into the woods and collect rocks for our projects. This past summer we worked on rocking
one side of the house. We’ve really gone rock crazy, rock ponds, gardens, sidewalks, porches, fireplaces and even a rock floor in a section of the barn. My uncle commented one day after seeing the rock floor in the barn, “Are there any rocks left on Trough Creek?” (Trough Creek – where we live))
I’m so thankful that we are surrounded by nature and plentiful rocks.