My Little Pot

Have you ever received something and known instantly it was a treasure? Not that it would become treasured. That it already was, in the very moment of receiving it, important and treasured. Honestly, I never had. I have had things that I immediately loved. That I immediately knew I wanted, even if I hadn't known I wanted it a moment ago. But I had never before instantaneously known this object is one of my most valued possessions. Until I opened the box with my little pot.

It's a gift from a friend. He made it himself. I have known for years he threw clay, but had never even seen a piece, let alone owned one. Until he sent me this (okay, in fairness, I had to assure him that one of his pieces would be welcome should he ever choose to gift one to me, but still ~ he sent it). I looked at Lithus and said "When can we melt butter?" Lithus looked at me and said "When can we have gravy?"

Here's a better indication of its size:

Average sized sunglasses

Part of my love for it is its creator. Absolutely. 100%. But part of it...part of it is whatever happens when a piece finds its person. It's my little pot and it's one of my most treasured possessions. Yes, already.

May you find all kinds of reasons to be thankful today, and every day.

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.