I See an Emerging Potter, Part 2

In the entrepreneurial spirit of the untrepreneurial fair at Life is Good, I've been quite productive! 

As we all celebrate my 42nd birthday, I'm making magnets to remind folks to Be the Answer. I'm not sure how I'm going to finish these, some will most likely hit the Raku  kiln! 

And as I ponder what other sorts of things I could make and have for sale to my friends... 

This lil guy jumped right out to play! 

He reminds me a bit of a Jizo statue; dianacized, of course! 

I'll be whipping up as many of these as I can, 

so maybe you can have one in YOUR garden, too!

I See an Emerging Potter!

(said -in my head- with my very best Stephen Fry-as-Dumbledore voice)

This bowl therapist was created in a moment of incredible frustration with the wheel,

 and it arrived at our appointment today like this, all peace-full-like:

What once came to me as plain ol' sticky dirt

Will leave my hands, transformed to beauty... 

I never work alone... 

those blue/purple speckles at the bottom of the bowls? 

~ Hannah ashes! 

My Sacred Life, Day 1

On one of those meanderings through the world of blogs, I stumbled across a button at the bottom of the blog belonging to someone who commented on Hayden's blog (who happens to live in Japan and reads Kelli & Mary!) and when I clicked, it took me to Sacred Sunday. Because I'm in a place where I need more than a weekly kick-in-the-Spiritual-Pants, I followed along to Sacred Life where I realized the powerful potential of Living Connected for the next 30 Days.
In fact, in my ponderings of this post, Hayden has decided he'd like to embark on the project too. He'll be directing my photography at his blog ♥

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My hands and my spirit are great partners in my life, there are connections abound.
I thought I'd embark upon this journey with an Oregon specific connection ♥
My hand is touching green, in January. What a treat for this former Prairie Girl.
I am grateful for the quiet green life, reminding me Winter need not be stark.
*Life goes on. Always.*