Tag: grief


our inner wailing


Recently I was in the grocery store and heard a child crying.  She was riding in her mother’s grocery cart, weeping bitterly over some lost thing.  As I got closer I could not help overhearing her whimpering speech. “I want my dolly.” She said.  “You lost it at the beach...

Presence


  Last night, in a tiny apartment in Haymarket outside of Edinburgh, Scotland I slept for 16 hours without waking or turning. My hands were in the same position. My body was in the same position as when I went to sleep a few seconds after going to bed at...

Rye, reality and relationships


Making spice bowls, like this one which holds brown sugar, is fast work.  A ball of clay the size of a golf ball and in about 4 seconds it is a small bowl.  The redish brown of the brown sugar sets nicely against the blues of the glaze. This little...