The dreaming alder freely gave a limb to be shaped by knife and hand.
This bowl and I have shaped each other through several days of carving, feeling and just seeing.
Sitting beneath the great oak, layers fell away and this bowl willingly revealed itself from twisted bough.
It was of course, already there, deep inside, like the jewel in the lotus, not hidden, merely residing in this silvan being.
It’s essential aliveness remains, at once transfigured though not yet changed.
Photo courtesy of the author.
