Dropping Roots

Doing it with haste to settle in, I have already launched a few projects in the new house.  Thanks to the help of others, some things have gotten underway and finished.  None of those most recent have involved unpacking another box or Rubbermaid bin of my stuff.  Oh well.  The basement is a little cluttered and the garage has just enough stuff so I cannot pull the car in but I promise soon to get to it especially when long lasting disorder gets under my skin and organization gains clarity on what to do next.  That might involve getting rid of a couple things.  Probably not books, but maybe old pots of mine that just sit in containers anyways.  Ahh, but old pictures from high school and college or ones that were taken with film that never should have been thrown in a box in the first place.  Doubles surely need to be eliminated.  Most importantly, I do not intend to keep the unnecessary and obsolete.
One of the first things I did was get a few plants.  This came before a bed, stove, and still a washer and dryer.  As gardening is a hobby and means to sustain some food on my own, I can't help but to already begin to surround myself with herbs and perennials even though the ground is not weeded or tilled.  One of the plants I grabbed up was a gorgeous Rosemary bush in a three gallon pot.  Going for only $9.98, I could not pass up this deal.  In transit, a chunk of the woody shrub was snapped off, separating a hefty handful of the fragrant herb.  In the past I have propagated pieces of Rosemary in cups of water until they produce roots and were able to be planted in soil.  With this busted piece it was no different. Gathering light on the window ledge above the kitchen sink and chilling out in enough fresh water over time, the roots would come, and so they did!  Yesterday I glanced at the wide-mouth Ball jar where the plant has been soaking.  Several long and straight white feelers were visible, outstretched towards the bottom of the glass container.  It had worked once again and dropped some roots in order to continue to grow and survive.
So what am I really talking about here?  I am talking about acquiring and settling into a new space of my own to make cozy and call home.  I am talking about finding a place for piece of mind which is cozy and beautiful.  I am talking about getting rid of stuff that only takes up space and no longer has meaning while opening space where I can exhale and function as a property owner, pet owner, gardener, amateur cook,writer, and potter as well as to create  memories with friends and family.  It is a place for developing my more complete, future self.  Much like the chunk of Rosemary, damaged, broken, severed, or whatever you wish to call it, I have moved into a  home were I can take in the necessary elements for repairing and dropping some roots to continue on and grow.  But not to be mistaken for seasoning sauce and sauteing chicken!

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Paths in Clay cover

Paths in Clay, a novel

Paths in Clay is a coming-of-age story about Jack, Allan, and Miller; three friends who return to the “palace”, a place where they studied Koh Loh ceramics, an ancient clay tradition passed on from an extinct culture.

When finished with studies, one must depart from the palace and venture out, not returning until they have established a direction or "path" as a clay artist.

Ten years have passed since they left their great Koh Loh Master Potter. Reminiscing about their days as students, Jack, Allan, and Miller embark on their anticipated return to the palace, during a ceremonial kiln firing and celebration - a time when the Master Potter’s former students, their students, friends, and friends of friends all come together to fire their pottery in several wood-fire kilns.

The journey takes them far from their humid tropical region home of the lower peninsula and delivers them to the bitter season of the snowy highlands. When the three men arrive, Jack is face-to-face with his palace-time girlfriend, Kirsten. She informs the three men that their master has grown ill. Amidst a celebration, among old friends, Jack, Allan, and Miller will discover the true nature of their friendships and complete one cycle of their lives and enter the passageway to another. The choices they make will forge ahead a renewed purpose as their roles in clay traditions confirm their paths; passing on Koh Loh clay to the next generations of potters.

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