It’s called Navajo Wheel. In it’s wet form it is like melted chocolate, dark, red-brown and suple. It is silky, bends easily to the pressure of my fists, and the slip that slides off is the colour of a burnt orange sunset. A studio mate comes in and smells it, smiling sheepishly as she does so. We both agree it would taste like chocolate (a bitter sweet) but neither dares to eat it.
That is what I call a truly lovely clay. And this, dear reader, this is what I have spent the past 4 weeks up to my elbows in, throwing dishes for an upcoming pottery show. 250 pounds of this clay has passed through my hands in this time. Dish after dish, cup after cup. A couple days ago I completed a set of dessert plates, and gazing over them lined up, my mouth watered in delight for imagining in the centre of my plate a perfectly decadent chocolate fudge brownie drizzled in chocolate syrup with a bit of whip cream topping it off…
Oh Angela! Oh women! Oh body of mine! It must be that sacred (chocolate) time of the moon’s mysterious push and pull on the bodies of those who are willing to stop and listen- the sacred (chocolate) instructions to take the time and delight in those things that are healing and nourishing.
You’ll have to excuse me now, I have a date with a ball of clay.
some days are the best…
Yesterday (Saturday) we left the house around 9am and headed to Commercial Drive, where Dustin had a hair appointment at 10. We had tea/coffee for an hour, enjoying eachother’s company in a hip little cafe with super friendly owners. While he was getting his hair cut, i walked down to the grocer to get some goodies for our picnic lunch. Local grown Italian plums, local grown concord grapes (MY FAVORITE!!) and some organic locally made humus. After his hair appointment, we headed up towards West Vancouver. Stopped there for the Farmer’s Market, and I bought some fresh artichokes (4 for $6!) for dinner, and then we headed on to Lighthouse Park. The weather was beautiful; nice and warm, but slightly overcast to keep the sun off our shoulders. We hiked the short distance out to the Juniper Point bluffs, set up anchor and rappelled down to a small rock landing below. Then we spent the next 5-6 hours climbing this awesome rock that sits on the edge of the ocean, birds flying over, the water lapping at the rock around us. Lovely hand holds, tricky moves, and in the end I did really well on a challenging 5.9 climb! yeah! Dustin climbed his heart out; I delight in watching him, graceful and elegant, climbing a 5.10+ like a spider effortlessly crossing a wall.
During our climbing, kayakers were going by us, calling out greetings and we’d have a quick chat with them. And with quite a few climbers coming and going, it was a fairly busy place for possibly the last of nice Saturdays as we approach fall. An outdoor transient community that gave me a newfound apprecition of this amazing city.
Then home for a late evening BBQ hamburger with steamed artichokes dipped in a butter/garlic/rosemary sauce. YUM.
And now, on this Sunday the 11th of September, Dustin and I awoke to celebrate 7 years of life together as a pair of delighted companions.