Ritual

Ritual

There are piles of work waiting for me, but I have spent the afternoon sitting quietly in a corner of the barn’s overhang, reading.  The only sounds are the stomping of the horses’ feet, the occasional squonk of some nearby geese, and the whisk of wings as...
Taking a Pot for a Hike

Taking a Pot for a Hike

This weekend, I took a pot for a hike, prefaced by three surprises. The third surprise was how well this small vase fit my hand. That should not have been a surprise, really, but it was, this fleeting little gasp of a smile as I lifted it from the box. I will find...
Aftermath, and a Toast

Aftermath, and a Toast

For the last few days, I have been avoiding writing. For the last four weeks, I couldn’t write. I was in the middle of making something – what I have come to understand as my craft. Rule 8: Don’t try to create and analyze at the same time. They are...