Summertime sunsets -inspiration for pottery glazes

Summertime sunsets -inspiration for pottery glazes

There’s something about a summertime sunset that speaks the same language as clay. Maybe it’s the way the sky slowly shifts from gold to ember, or the soft wash of rose that lingers just before night settles in. These skies feel familiar—like the inside of my kiln...
My mother’s garden

My mother’s garden

I found myself in my garden, surrounded by the flowers my mother once loved.   This garden is mine—planted in my time, in my rhythm—but still, she’s here. Listening to the birdsong, I heard her laughter, soft and familiar.  She was there in the dancing of the...
retirement anniversary

retirement anniversary

One year ago today, I stepped into retirement—though it didn’t begin the way I imagined. I was caring for my husband after his knee replacement, and just as he began healing, a serious blood infection set him back. Those early months were tough, but by September, he...
Horses

Horses

There’s a quiet kind of healing that happens when you stand beside a horse. It’s not loud or dramatic. It doesn’t come with fanfare or applause. It comes in stillness—in the soft exhale of a warm breath, the calm gaze of a deep brown eye, the rhythm of hooves meeting...

Grace-my guiding principle

In a world that often urges us to chase after more, I’ve found peace in embracing less. By choosing to live intentionally, I focus on what truly matters, letting go of the need for constant validation or outcomes. Grace has become my guiding principle—extending it to...
fog

fog

“I like the muted sounds, the shroud of grey, and the silence that comes with fog.” -Om Malik It is the middle of winter here in Texas.   Each day is a new season.  One day we are pushing 90 degrees, the next we are having ice storms. But the in-between...