Tending an Ancient Tradition

Though the stormy waves of the last year, of being tossed around like specks of sand through the dark & mysterious sea (foam waves engulfing all sight at times)—The one thing that brings me the most solace & strength at every crossroads is to re-member that I am caretaking a tradition.

A tradition that has been passed before time immemorial. Not just a tradition of the hands & clay & scripted technique—but a tradition of the spirit. A way of seeing, experiencing & connecting to the world. In some ways, this feels the most important part of my craft. For each day a woven thread in the great tapestry of Life—with all roads guided by the rich & magnificent ways of nature.


When I saw this photo as I was sorting through my camera—I was taken by this baskets beauty. I really do feel like the homegrown willow radiates a lot of the magick ! This is a sweet flower basket commission for a lovely woman by her thoughtful husband :) I have been getting a lot of commissions lately from men for their mothers, grandmothers, wives, sisters & girlfriends. Love all of you amazing men in the world ♥️ thanks a mill ! XX

Written on the 10th of December 2020