Unpacking

That's a lot of stuff. "Why do I have so much stuff?" I always say when I sit down and look at a box of things.



It's the pottery.

Brakes on as we pull over to the shoulder of the national road. "I'll just be a minute." Usually I just browse. It makes my heart beat faster to see a whole shop filled with pottery. Food for the soul. Old pottery makes me swoon. The chipped, battered pieces tell a wonderful story. In France you can imagine anything that has to do with food service and all of the stories overheard at Christmas dinners before the war, during the war,...after the war. Life here revolves so much around these meals. There is romance and history in old pieces.



Oaxaca, Mexico the hands that touched the pieces. Who are they and what are their lives?

Revisiting my pottery makes me happy. The house suddenly begins to feel normal. "It's starting to feel like home finally" say Seb. He has no idea why.