
Today I'm sharing a personal story in response to the #TankaTuesday prompt of what's happening underground.
Most of you know know that I grew up on a farm in the southern California desert. My dad was a veteran of WWII and loved exploring. He built a dune buggy using parts from around the farm and elsewhere. Once completed, he took the seven of us kids (and sometimes cousins) into the desert and the surrounding mountains. If there was a cave, we'd explore it.
One time Dad took us to New Mexico's Carlsbad Caverns. This experience left me with a great love of rock formations and crystals. I was and am amazed by what lies beneath our feet in this beautiful planet of ours.
I started collecting rocks when I was young and eventually gathered crystals. Below are a few of my collection, which is scattered about the house. Some are large and some are small, but all are beautiful.
Crystals are known for their energetic values. They can enhance intuition, perhaps provide healing, and may offer comfort. For me, they elicit wonderful memories and remind me of the natural beauty that surrounds each of us. My poem is a simple tanka: