|'Enfolded Nature Girl' clay by me|
I remember making this, and what a surrender it took to work with clay. I also remember how I felt I was creating a part of my being outside of myself--one that needed much rest, enfolded in the arms of nature, guided by the promise of blooming. I remember how the moment of creation spoke of a process of enduring the harshness of being in a body, sensitive to the elements both natural and man-made: the incessant changes, the beckoning of learning, growth, coming to life, letting life come to you, and the courageous allowing of intricate intelligences of transformation to do their bidding--shedding as many skins as needed until the body could safely unfold, and the heart remain safely out in the open to be embraced.
I let her speak:
There is a tiny one within, unfolding, whispering the okayness of just existing, the simple rightness of merely breathing, seeking shelter and nourishment; a season of readiness to move, to begin, to engage, to let go-- to meet vulnerability without protection, Vision earned, and most humble discernment endowed--a discernment that changes shape when touching alignment. Remember the most natural belonging and a welcome that never leaves. Welcome the greening within you, even in winter when there is no sign of bloom.