Somehow it is March.

Yesterday was Ostara, and I was so busy procrastinating working doing things that I didn’t notice in time to even remark upon it, somehow. I am enjoying the lighter mornings and warmer temperatures, though every year I find it ironic that it gets to this point in the seasonal shift and the house is cooler than it is outdoors. I’m still sucking at getting outside every day because I am still coughing after the bastard chest infection that took out most of February and much of this month too, but I have made it back to regular interactions with the treadmill that lives somewhat incongruously in the crumbling cob barn in the garden, and yesterday, for the first time in a year, I threw two bowls in the pottery. This, gentle reader, is major progress in terms of finding some semblance of inner… Zen? Peace? Something of that nature. I cleaned out the cobwebs and half-eaten mice that had appeared in the pottery over the last few months during a burst of energy of, on all days, Mothers’ Day (last Sunday here in the UK), and then found myself in there yesterday evening, listening to Jazz Record Requests, accompanied by the eldest childebeest, who had a yen to make a cat for her take on Indian household shrines (as you do) (inspired by some gorgeous examples currently for sale in Glastonbury’s Dilliway & Dilliway, one of my very favourite places). Knowing my current pace of work, I’m hoping that I might get together enough work to do an update of my Etsy shop in November, and possibly a sale somewhere local around that time too. I think without specific goals I will struggle to keep any momentum around my practice as a potter, so perhaps in declaring an ambition here, I will find it easier to achieve… Positive accountability and all that.

And you? How is March treating you?