The Story of our Rocks

Collected in areas of New Zealand

Purchased from some areas of Australia

Collected in time, by children, adults lovers of nature, we ourselves have a few collected in generational history, up to over 100 years ago.

South Island Story

We have had adventures as have others, however some of these, we rely on local artisians, native population, or those who have adventured around coasts or forests not regularly traveresed by others.

Pounamu, is unique, often carved for tourists, or pieces of memory, its cool in the hand, and yet, for use, the preference is to leave it natural for the most part, polish a small part, or hold in its original use, until you, hold it, to your side. Knowing that the uniqueness of you, has become more than you ever were.

Goodetite the mother lode never ever found, means they have no idea where it originates within the glacier, and rarely can we find these pieces at all

the white rock, cut down, from story past, 2 children 5 dogs, a mother an adventure, love and laughter enjoyed.

The North Island Story

Whether Petrified Tree, Rocks collected from the hidden gorges, adventures had by those who hunt, pieces found all around

The Glass of Obsidium, which will shatter if dropped on the Marble floor. Is found in areas nearest to Volcanoes, and in this time, very little wild forage is left.

The rock in this image, over 14 inches long, & relatively heavy, we found in a rock fall, in a track in the upper south island, whether we ever cut it, is a question, but for the moment, it is an anchor, of a time to remind us, of who we are.

Currently we are meeting with collectors, from the Bay of Plenty, the Corromandel, or the Taupo Explosion.

We also have one young tween, who collects pocket pieces, on his many estuary adventures. There will be a few of these available, the special chosen ones, caught by an eye, held in a hand, weighed as value for what it does to the skin, resonance.

This means, the rocks have history after their history, and you, like the rocks come from a long line of explosion, albeit tiny little neural leaps.

Able to be changed, hardened, edges softened. you are precious amongst life.