The final piece I made in my first six-week pottery class was a healing pot. The idea behind it is that you write down your fear, anger, frustrations, or anything that is blocking you up inside, then you set the paper on fire and put it in the pot to burn away the blockage. I made this for a lady who is going through cancer treatment, again. She is a woman with a heart larger than her body can contain. You know the kind, the ones who go out of their own way and comfort to make your life better. Her generosity reminds me of my mother’s generosity – selfless – which is maybe why I have such an affinity for her. I hope this little pot helps along her healing journey. The pussy willow was gathered for me by her. She tromped through knee-high marsh to get it for me. I thought it a lovely return.