Two hundred plus leaves created today. A kind of Zen practice it turned out to be; methodical, repetitive, soothing as though I was creating “The Zen of Leaf Making in Clay”.  My mind wandered, sometimes resting on a thought or the song on the radio (often times Joni), or became still all together. It felt like a relaxing breath like the humid air blowing in the window as it brushed across the many leaves I laid out to dry. Though each time the wind blew in a new scent, a rustle or the fervor of birds escaping the squirrel wanting their bounty, I could help but stop. Just for a few seconds. I had to let my eyes and my mind take me outside just for a second. And then back again, creating another and another and another….