“You should do something with your hands,” my friend said, looking at those appendages hanging slack with emptiness at the loss of my daughter. They found clay. I throw pots now because a I have to; for the resistance, the motion, the tender strength required.
In sailing I love to face into the wind, tack into it, come about and tack some more. The same way with bread baking, I love to bake, trial by fire is the final step. The outcome reflects the process. There is always something to be learned. For full bio, click here