Mud Walking

I love the fell of cool, wet mud as it squeezes between my toes.  Walking on and walking in the Earth brings peace and pleasure to my self.  This is true knowledge — stepping into  Earth and knowing that I am part of this greatness.  I am a piece of Her and this is ever my home.  We bring a little bit of Her into our  homes when we enjoy pottery.   Useful, practical pots can hold water or seeds.  My mud pot would not be even and smooth … as life is not always even and smooth.  My mud pot has the shape of flowing waves … here the smoothness is wrapped upon itself.  Calm and gentle then wild and dangerous.   This pot has the sense of abandon — going with what is but keeping shape to hold things being helpful.  My life is a wavy pot!