The Art of Prayer

 

Growing up in Texas I always had a love for horses and the land. I dreamed one day of owning a ranch and my own horse…but then what little girl doesn’t dream of such things. My Mother was orphaned by the death of both parents by the age of six. I was so grateful she never turned bitter over such a devastating loss, so early. But she didn’t and in fact had a terrific sense of humor and a fabulous sense of independence and confidence. She gifted me with those qualities and I was free to discover my creative side at age 40 by following my heart, when it led me to write. My love of the land brought me to the Oak Tree and it’s symbolism of strength and character. So not surprisingly, the main character of my story was George, a gray squirrel, and his best friend was the Old Oak Tree.

Writing about the Oak Tree furthered my love of the land and as I grew older, I came to understand the healing beauty and richness of a hard day’s work in the sun and the dirt. Now that I own that Ranch I know firsthand there is no greater reward after a long day of digging and planting to feel the nurturing and loving arms of Mother Nature enfold you; of course while sitting quietly in the shade under an Oak Tree.

I have taken the grace of the land and what it means to me and brought it to the clay. The joy of working with my hands and the feel of the clay as I mold, shape and form from my intuition allows me to feel a magical force working thru my hands. Each piece is unique and as no two are alike your piece is as individual as you are. Because you chose a specific piece it will mean something to you which I may not have intended. Art comes from an enigmatic place in each of us …somewhere between the heart and the spirit. So write a prayer and tuck it under or beside your new friend before you sleep each night and rest in the arms of Mother Nature and the female energy that surrounds you and gives you the strength and creativity to meet the challenges of your life in this lifetime. I am always tempted to sign my name to a finished piece, but I don’t because I am just the potter not the Author.