Have we met? Then there’s a a good chance you know I collect rocks. I have rocks from every country or island I’ve visited. One of my first was a Tiger’s Eye. - It was a rough kill. 🤣 jk I always say I wouldn’t hurt a fly… okay, maybe a fly from time to time. 😄 But rocks?

Rocks have had my heart since I was a kid. It all started the day my dad took me to the New York Museum of Natural History. I can still remember the feeling of holding my very first piece of Tiger’s Eye in my hand — smooth, golden, shimmering like it had captured sunlight inside of it. It wasn’t just a rock. It felt like treasure. Like I had discovered something ancient and powerful.

Of course, I didn’t stop at one. I collected a few other polished stones that day, each one glowing in its own way. Deep reds. Ocean blues. Swirls of green and gold. That was it. That was the spark.

What started as a childhood souvenir quietly turned into a lifelong fascination — maybe even a full-blown obsession — with geology and the breathtaking colors of our planet.

The thing that still amazes me? You can find rocks in completely different states, even different countries, and they’ll share similar colors, patterns, and structures. It’s like the Earth has its own design language — repeating themes across continents. Layers formed millions of years apart somehow echo each other. The same iron-rich reds in Arizona show up halfway across the world. Quartz veins sparkle whether you’re in New York or Nevada.

Holding a rock feels like holding time. Pressure. Heat. History.

Every stone tells a story about what was happening beneath the surface long before we were here — tectonic shifts, volcanic fire, oceans rising and retreating. And yet, they fit perfectly in the palm of your hand.

That little piece of Tiger’s Eye didn’t just start a collection. It opened my eyes to the artistry of the Earth itself.

Some people collect shoes. Some collect art.

I collect pieces of the planet. 🌎✨