A slow start to the year

This year I noticed how differently my pottery and therapy practices reveal themselves. Clay gives me something literal to hold — pieces made, classes taught, shelves filled. Therapy unfolds quietly, often without anything to “show” except a nervous system that breathes easier. One moment stays with me — a client finding and holding his small boy in parts work. No fixing, no strategy, just connection. These are the shifts that change a life, slowly and invisibly. Timelines belong to the body, not the calendar. If you haven’t reflected yet, perhaps your year starts now.