Pottery

All of nature loves. It does not love just this person or that person. It gives freely. The earth and trees embrace all who linger. I have set my intention to journey at least another couple of years in my striving to love all, and to love all well; of refusing to try to stuff another human into my canyon of loneliness, out of which bursts infinite creativity and acceptance. It is a sacred space in which I can meet another person without longing or expectation. I am looking forward to getting my hands in some clay when I return home. But the clay does not love back? It does. It is a gentle guide. It teaches my hands to listen as, together, we become the shapes we are meant to be.