It's been so long since I sat down and translated my thoughts into words on a page. I am in the wax and wane cycle of my creative process. Turning inward to hear my hopes and dreams, balancing out my scales and ready to explore my love of making pottery.

I've been loving this:

Gregory Alan Isakov - 
The Stable Song 
"and i ran back to that hollow again
the moon was just a sliver back then
and i ached for my heart like some tin man
when it came oh it beat and it boiled and it rang..it’s ringing"

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