|"Celebrate Women" pot by Nels Arnold, 2002|
At night, when the charges had drifted off to dream,
we counselors were allowed in the craft rooms
to awaken dreams of our own.
At the wheel, a good big slab of clay,
my thumbs, fingers, water, slip,
centrifugal forces flinging gray matter away.
My fingers slipped from node to node,
my touch creating change in quantum.
A gain of height, of depth, of shape,
gray tree evolving prestissimo,
trimmed at the base, lipped at the summit,
Done for the moment,
but then there’s glaze!
Pots of possibilities and combinations,
and what of the fire?
A test, a trial of color at the lip,
yellow like dandelions
upon the red of my young womanhood.
Through trial and heat emerged a chalice,
a crimson vessel spilling over with promise,
and the beginning of a creator’s life.
In December I attended a birthday celebration for Nels Arnold, my long-time friend and co-creatrix. She is an inspired potter, reader and actor and we have pushed and motivated each other's creativity for many years.
The above poem, recalling my camp counselor work at age 17, full of self-discovery, was inspired by Nels. The pottery piece at the top was created by Nels for me after our performance in 2002 of my music and poetry of the Divine Feminine called "The Mountain Moving Day." The entire cast sponsored her creation of this beautiful piece featuring women of the world.
|Nels' crane plate on my stove|
|Nels Arnold narrating|
|Nels' pot, "Women Dancing"|