My life as a potter began in the early seventies when many of us were privileged to make career choices from our hearts. We were the generation that prided ourselves on having less in the way of possessions, and more in the way of a spiritual consciousness. So I followed my bliss, and was fortunate to have been given the talent for making things. I chose clay as my expression. Rather than pursue an academic route, I joined a pottery co-op in Seattle: Pottery Northwest, and worked for years alongside other aspiring potters. We took workshops from professionals and college professors, and sold our work through galleries and craft fairs. My work became my life and steered me into a spiritual practice that acknowledged my pottery making as my sacred art. My way of life for 35 years now has been the making and selling of pottery, and the moment to moment humble thanks for this opportunity.