This week I was driven indoors by pelting rain and cold weather. The burden at work also increased and my poor old soul was missing the daily walks and photographic meditations. I love leaving my fuzzy head at home as I set out to relax, open my heart and let nature lead me.
Too long indoors I began to wonder, can so called "inanimate" objects have soul after all? Is the soul quality of an image coming from the subject or coming from the observer? Would I still find joy in the ordinary and the everyday if I couldn't get out?
This handmade teapot given to me as a birthday gift many years ago by my husband is much loved. (Well yes, both he and the teapot, are much loved!) This teapot is a big one and tends to be in use only when there are crowds around and it gets handled and admired by family and friends. The children amongst us are intrigued and delighted by the tiny teapot handle for the lid. The pot's weight is perfectly balanced in two hands between two essential handles. Little chips have broken off over the years, it has numerous little tea stains on it, but nothing ever daunts the character of this teapot, it is one proud mama!!
It was made by Helena Brennan a mother of 6 children, grandmother and full time potter and teacher who blazed a trail for functional ceramics in Ireland. I wonder does she know how a handmade teapot like this can become a prized and memory filled vessel for a whole generation? I wonder does she know how much pleasure her hands and her labour have given to so many down through the years?
I don't put much store by owning "stuff" but I always treasure the connection between the hand, the heart and the soul.