I finally, am getting some time to make some pots
after an extended time of cups and bowls, house repair and painting.
wood cutting, which continues,
and the pleasure of summer with my boy Wyatt when he is here...
seems the old prickly pots have returned...
perhaps my current state of mind, perhaps something as yet unknown
I'm not always sure and that's just fine...
the job is to follow the unconsciousness of things
and try to step forward...
even if only in small steps, a bit at a time...
there's been a lot of deep heavy water to wade through these past months...
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