thoughts and images of clay, pottery and wood firing as part of life at Bog Pond Pottery, here in the western mountains of Maine... to see more pieces click "older posts" at bottom and continue...
Monday, March 10, 2014
After much time and concern with a divorce lawyer,
lots of potential loss made real...
the thought of having to leave my home, it's animals, my studio and gallery made clear...
most all my concerns of no consequence to the law...
a very low point...
then, this guy shows up outside my kitchen window the next morning...
15 years here and it is my first owl visible in the yard...
I hear them all summer at night, try to call them in,
they just laugh, wondering who that crazy Polish owl is...
but this day... at this moment... all seemed like magic and was!
the cares and concerns left for the first time in months...
I was again alive with ease... comforted by the wonder of this place, this home...
it's sacredness, it's continual assistance, it's illumination...
and so very importantly, it's education offered to Wyatt...
with ease, through the arrival of this owl...
is there any wonder why this place, this home, is so magical to me?
why it has such a hold on me?
why I'm so thankful for being here?
so resistant to leaving?
lots of potential loss made real...
the thought of having to leave my home, it's animals, my studio and gallery made clear...
most all my concerns of no consequence to the law...
a very low point...
then, this guy shows up outside my kitchen window the next morning...
15 years here and it is my first owl visible in the yard...
I hear them all summer at night, try to call them in,
they just laugh, wondering who that crazy Polish owl is...
but this day... at this moment... all seemed like magic and was!
the cares and concerns left for the first time in months...
I was again alive with ease... comforted by the wonder of this place, this home...
it's sacredness, it's continual assistance, it's illumination...
and so very importantly, it's education offered to Wyatt...
with ease, through the arrival of this owl...
is there any wonder why this place, this home, is so magical to me?
why it has such a hold on me?
why I'm so thankful for being here?
so resistant to leaving?
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