Firing

A piece is not completed until it survives the fire. Anticipation builds as wood is chopped, the pit is prepared, and the pieces are offered.

We gift our power, our prayers and our patience. It is no simple task to balance force with gentleness, strength with ease.

It's hot. I mean really hot. Hotter than any hot I have known. As the pieces burn, the pieces change. And as the pieces change, I change. And even after the firing, the pieces continue to change and work on me.

Living, breathing pieces of earth, molded by hands, to be returned back through the fire to re-emerge as separate and completed form — a sacred birth.