I came across a poem, Black Bowl Dreaming, by Leila Philip and found particular resonance in the verse towards the end: ” a life spent knowing, through the hands.” That is one of the most important experience I had early on in my creative explorations and it’s a teaching that stays with me. It’s starts with being present with what is, showing up with that and letting the hands get to work. That’s when I encounter the “knowing.” I don’t look for it, rather it finds me.
This week, I noticed that when I work with clay that I am more willing to be patient, unhurried, enjoying a leisurely pace! It’s rather different for me for I usually like to work quickly. A slower pace is also reflected in my latest creations on paper.
Taking the time to stop and reflect.
Being with what is
Like fall outside, slowing down, taking stock of what has been harvested
Knowing it is fall, outside and inside.