… hidden?within our reach
are seeds of stories
of lost orchards
overgrown by brambles and walls
waiting to be transformed…
… clay forgives, grows
from the shape of your hand
a spoon from?your finger
this pot holds?who made it
passing a piece of you to someone new …
… a favourite cup
a special place to go
time to stop
to think, unwind, defuse
the ritual brew …