Friday, February 28, 2014

Dave the Potter

He is known as Dave the Potter, Dave the Slave, or just Dave.
He lived in Edgefield, South Carolina before the Civil War as a slave.
He was a talented potter and poet.
His words and life's work still stand today.

Dave the Potter: by Laban Carrick Hill
I am fascinated by his life and how he made an impact.
To know of a life that was lived so long ago is amazing.
I would love to own one of his pieces.

Here are some of his poems and pottery.
There is also a children's book about him.
He lived and mattered, just as all of us do.
I might just have a new hero to add to my list.

This noble jar will hold 20

Fill it with silver 
Then you'll have plenty

8 April, 1858

The sun, moon and – stars

in the west are plenty of – bears

29 July 1858
 To us
it is just dirt,
the ground we walk on...
But to Dave
it was clay,
the plain and basic stuff
upon which he formed a life
as a slave nearly 200 years ago.
Ask Pottery dot com

I wonder where is all my relations
Friendship to all – and every nation
16 August 1857

Quote by Laban Carrack Hill

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Thursday, February 27, 2014

Truths and Roses

All good things are wild and free - Thoreau

Not until we are lost, do we begin to understand ourselves - Thoreau

I make myself rich, by making my wants few - Thoreau

Truths and roses have thorns about them - Thoreau

The earth has music for those who listen - Shakespeare

Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder - Rumi

The cure for anything is salt water -- sweat, tears, or the sea - Isak Dinesen

Friday, February 21, 2014


The drumbeat of spring permeates my ears.
Every day the sound grows a little stronger, a little louder.
A heartbeat in the same rhythm pattern as mine.
In my heart I believe earth is ready for spring too.
Full of vigor and brilliance from her rest.
Ready to bloom her dreams out for all to see. 
Ready for laughter and joy ~

Earth laughs in flowers 
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Let the Rain

Let the rain kiss you.  
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.  
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.  
~Langston Hughes


Let the rain come
For that is the trumpet of spring
Let us never forget
The joy it brings
Each time it falls
A new creation
Never having touched
To the earth
And it falls just for you 
Let it fall.


Friday, February 7, 2014

S c a t t e r e d Thoughts

When nature spills her scattered thoughts,
I will stop and listen every time.
The most quiet moments,
Offer her deepest reflections,
And she pens them so many different ways.