The Potter

‘Why is a potter second only to God?’

The boys shook their heads in unison and Iskander explained, ‘Because God created everything out of earth, air, fire and water, and these are the very same things that a potter uses to make his vessels. When a potter makes something, he acts in the image of God.’

‘Are you more important than the Sultan Padishah then?’ asked Mehmetcik, astonished.

‘Not on earth,’ replied Iskander, ‘but perhaps in Paradise.’

–          By Louis de Bernieres from Birds Without Wings

I sculpted my clay into a woman.  She dried in the air before being baked in the kiln’s fire.  Pleased she emerged intact, Michelle, my teacher and I discussed many, many options for the finishing touch – color.

Michelle guided me towards some tried and true glazes, encouraging me to keep it simple.  I choose only two colors.  I poured Fire Opal, a pinkish/blue over her headdress and powdered her face white.  Having prepared my creation the best I could, I let go.  My woman faced the fire alone.

As I walked into the studio, I was anxious to see how she managed when mixed with the other creations and put under pressure.

To summarize, she fared poorly.

Under the combination of the elements, she cracked.  My intended colors did not stick.  The vibrant pinks and blues melted away.  Their residue burnt her surface and scorched it brown.  Although she retained her original shape, she did not turn out at all like the woman I imagined.

And then I wondered, ‘If God is a potter, how disappointed does he feel when looking down at the earth? ‘

Ferrari Red

Vanity Fair writer Kurt Anderson argued the appearance of the world has hardly changed at all over the past two decades.  One reason is before the 1990s, factories were smaller and each decade’s goods had a distinct iconic style.  Over the past twenty years, businesses have invested in huge factories and production lines that are continually put at risk if consumer tastes change radically.

To be unique requires handcrafting.

On a small island like Bahrain, wherever you go, you will see at least three people you know.  Stylish people strive to be different.  Many design their own clothing and have the village tailor stitch it up.  And the million-dollar home owner can easily pimp his car at the auto shop next door.

Yet even stylish Bahrainis are not immune from the global corporate-style culture.

Only in Bahrain have I seen a hand-crafted, Ferrari Red

silk cowboy hat,

thobe and

Rolls Royce.

The Day That Started It All

May 15th is a fantastic day.  It is Mojo’s Birth Day.

We like to celebrate all the holidays.  But Birthdays are particularly special.

Birth days are significant.  If we were born a different day or a different hour for that matter, we would not be the same person.  Our life’s path would be slightly different.  Who knows how we would have turned out or what could have been.  So we like celebrating the first day of our life’s journey; the day that began to bring us together, at this moment in time and space.

Luckily, when Mojo and I met a little voice told me he would be a perfect husband for me.  I say luckily because I did not know then that I was dancing with one of truly kind and decent people on the planet.  So on his birthday, I always include a thank you to his parents for raising him well.

He has brought so many good things into my life, including our children.  And even though I roll my eyes, I appreciate his humor and original jokes.

So today is a busy day – but for a very good reason.

Happy Birthday My Love.  Thanks for being you.

Happy Mother’s Day

Growing older can be a wonderful adventure

if you remember that the important word is growing.

– I love you, Mom.

When I talk to my mother, we have conversations about what she has learned, the books she has read, and who she has met.  Each day starts with a plan.  This winter she started writing poetry.  In the spring she will plant her garden.  She dreams of moving to a new country.  And she wonders what the Universe has in store for her.

It is as if she looks in the mirror and still sees a young, red-haired woman with her entire life before her.

And you wonder where I get it?

Happy Mother’s Day Mom

Beauty at the Burgerland Roundabout

Burgerland Roundabout

“In a sense, all the contemporary crises can be reduced to a crisis about the nature of beauty.

The media are becoming the global mirror and the shows tend to enshrine the ugly as the normal standard.  Beauty is mostly forgotten and made to seem naïve and romantic.

The blindness of property development creates rooms, buildings and suburbs which lack grace and mystery.  Socially this influences the atmosphere in the community.  It also results in the degradation of the environment that we are turning more and more of our beautiful earth into a wasteland.

Much of the stress and emptiness that haunts us can be traced back to our lack of attention to beauty.  Internally, the mind becomes coarse and dull if it remains unvisited by images and thoughts which hold the radiance of beauty.

Beauty offers us an invitation to order, coherence and unity.  When these needs are met, the soul feels at home in the world.”

–          John O’Donohue from Beauty The Invisible Embrace

Racing towards Jidhafs the other morning, I was frustrated when I missed the green light.  But as I slowed I saw this new mural painted on the side of the house.

Instantly my heart lifted.   No longer did I need to hurry.  I was surprised how how peaceful I felt as I waited for the light to change.  And I was struck by the power of Beauty.

Thank you Romantic Moments for bringing some Beauty to the Burgerland roundabout.

And thank you John O’Donohue for so eloquently articulating why we need Beauty in our lives.  His book Beauty The Invisible Embrace : Rediscovering the True Source of Compassion Serenity and Hope is “a gentle, urgent call to awaken.”

Another Pomegranate Noir Story

June begins the summer exodus.  People fly to other continents to escape the summer heat.  The school year over, military and expatriate families bid farewell as they move onto their next work assignment.  May is the month for good-bye parties.

It started with my friend author Melissa van Maasdyk.  She and her husband Glenn are off to Canada for a new life adventure.

Uncertain what exactly they will be doing, at their good-bye dinner we toasted to “future travels,” “a new beginning in Canada, Uruguay or Panama” and “until we meet again.”  To the very end, Melissa lingered with me and her friend Reem, standing in the parking lot, saying good-bye until Glenn gently reminded her they had to catch their plane.

Another blow was the sad news that after successfully launching the Bahrain Writer’s Circle and editing My Beautiful Bahrain, Robin Barratt’s wife got a new job outside of Bahrain.  Soon he will leave to start fresh somewhere else.

His Navy father’s three year stint complete, our baseball team’s star pitcher’s family is moving to some new secret location.

One of the baseball coaches, a teacher and our martial arts trainer, is taking his family back to Washington state to teach at a new school there.

By June 9th my yoga training will be complete.  My teacher, her philosophic husband and a fellow yogini are headed back to their respective countries.

As Bahrain’s future remains uncertain, two ladies from my sculpting class are headed back to Europe.  Several fathers of the children’s school mates and one of sculpture class buddies have been transferred to Dubai where the grass is definitely greener.

And after eight years in the Junior school, Ace and Mark are graduating and following their sister to the Senior school.  No more chauffeuring for me, they will take a bus to school.

Another tearful, hopeful time.

Baby It’s Hot Outside

This was taken on April 29th

Did summer officially start?

A 50 degree change from four months ago.

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