In my little corner, on the summer side of the world, I’ve been clay-making and preparing for my first market of the year.
Clocks, incense holders, little vases, many pendants and brooches keeping my mind ticking, hands busy and heart happy.
The kiln is loaded, unloaded and loaded again.
Back to back bisque/glaze/bisque/glaze.
From raw matte earthenware to multi-hued glossiness.
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Soon, the final touches, putting everything together.
Nearly ready, a few more days to go.
During time out, I like to sit on our little front balcony and just be still.
Look. Listen.
The sights and sounds of the forest mingle with the distant hum of everyday life.
A train rumbling, clickety-clack, carrying passengers to their destinations. Cars going hither and thither, their drivers have a sense of purpose, a reason for going. A dog barks down the way, sending out a call to his canine brothers and sisters in the neighbourhood. Some respond, some merely raise their heads, then return to their doggie dream world.
From my old wooden bench, birds of all colours and sizes whizz by, chattering as they go. They come to investigate and stay awhile, watching me.
They also like to sit upon the gargoyle perched high in one corner. He sits in stony silence, surveying the land.
My blue shadow, takes turns with the gargoyle to guard his domain.
Tall Eucalypts tower overhead. Heavily scented oils release from long, grey-green leaves in the warm morning air. Essences blend with the smell of dew damp earth.
In the morning, the sun captures the foliage, casting lively filigree patterns that dance on the wall.
And, the breeze plays with the leaves, chimes and flags.
I close my eyes.
Let my senses absorb.
Movement, flutterings and sounds. Changing, depending on the intensity of the wind’s breath.
Sometimes, the kookaburras will come down from the lofty tree tops and keep me company.
Laugh, kookaburra, laugh.
Micro moments in time. Pure energy all around.
With my senses recharged, I’m ready to continue my day.
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