Ceremony of her porcelain spirit

It’s just me and her… and the sound of vibrating porcelain. The smell of soil. I wonder if she is the spirit of Mother Earth – or some porcelain saint. I feel insecure and safe at the same time. She listens, but I don’t know what for. I can hear my own thoughts racing through my mind like the constant rumbling from the ball mill. I try to open my heart and just be – right here, right now.

She crushes the crisp porcelain and gives me a present. The porcelain is crushed in the mortar between her bare feet before she pours it into water. What’s it all about? I’ve never experienced anything quite like this before and still it feels familiar and safe, as if Mother Earth is calling me through all her mediums and I feel completely at ease – more than ever since childhood. A feeling of peace of mind and body settles in and I get a sensation of happiness that I’ve been missing.

The sand in the hourglass is running out and she blows out the candle. I get up and walk out. The taste of cardamom lingers on the tongue.