Clay on my hands

Clay on my hands

Making things

Leaving the leaves and veins of my fingerprints on the surface

Feels like love of a universal kind. 💕

It’s a union of earth and living being

That takes me out of my worldly worries

And transports me back in time

All the way back

To when humankind first began making from clay

There’s a feeling of belonging that’s older than words

To a species who can be glorious, kind and cruel

In the act of making there’s a sense of love and reverence for all who came before and all who are still to come.