Years ago, when I first made pottery, I found a feather while walking in the woods. I immediately thought, 'found feather pots,' but I didn't know what they were. I've kept that idea in mind for a long time. Just recently, as I was starting to make pottery again, I began to find feathers while hiking, and 'found feather pots' again appeared. And what they are appeared too. Feathers, birds, flight. Feathers of course have always fascinated we humans. They're magical, mystical, mysterious, part of ritual and healing ceremonies, conduits to the extraordinary. I want to say things like 'connection to the earth and non-human beings,' 'the intrinsic radiance of the natural world,' 'the wisdom and compassion of emptiness in form,' 'coming across our true nature on the path up the mountain.' What do the pots say?
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