For more than thirty two days in a row, I’ve taken a few moments to quiet my mind and meditate with a small ball of clay in my hands. I’ve watched my pile of pots steadily grow, expanding across the back of the long table in my studio. They’re beginning to encroach on my pile of quilting fabrics and I know I’ll need to make space as the pile doubles and…
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