Today I heard the voice of God. Not really. It wasn't a voice... more of a.... silence.
It said, "This. This. This chicken. This is what you are supposed to be doing. You are good at this. Look. Look. Look."
I got goose bumps and called Dan into the room. I felt like I was floating. I fell in love with this chicken and the way I felt, floating, but planted where I was meant to be.
Below... a jug I made from Lizella clay.
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