Spirit whisks me away…From my studio in the center of Tucson, within days, I am relocated back to a brand new Quietude. Not a log cabin in the woods, but a casita in the desert: it is small but spacious; simple, with all of the comfort I desire. I work, not in the designated studio end of the casita but in the kitchen where the natural light streams in from a north facing window of the kind of privacy glass one cannot actually see through. Air conditioner off, humidifier on: my studio is my sweat lodge. It feels right. I sweat profusely. This sensitive process just cannot bear the forced, cold, unnatural air blowing over the clay. It is quiet work; sometimes undertaken with loud music.

The problem that arises is the formless nature of the form the Elephant Spirit takes. Once I realize that these pots are not intended to be bowls in the form of elephant ears but are to be in the form of clouds…I feel the liberation of knowing that I am right on course. (For the elephant has long associations with the clouds and Her trumpet calls in the rains.) In that moment the issue becomes the formless nature of clouds. Someone please tell me, is a cloud more round or more oval? Is the form of a cloud more fluff or more mist? Are the edges of a cloud more raggedy or more smooth?

Ganesh smiles gently, “I am asking you, as my hands, to surrender into my spirit: that I might show you the nature of my formless form. It is my essence I wish for you to bring into form. I have made you very happy and comfortable here in your new Quietude at the base of Elephant Head Butte, have I not? Now I need you to work on this special challenge: to give my formless nature form.”

“I will do my best, my Beloved, but normally I am given a form to bring into form: like the five petaled flower of the Badger Spirit or the four toed track of the Spirit of Dog. Your formlessness is something I understand and accept in my heart. Your formless form is not a hindrance in our personal communion…but is it possible for me to give form to that which has no form?”

“My child, you have been doing it all along! It is my essence I am asking you to breath into the clay. Thirty years of practice does not mean you will not be required to challenge yourself and continue to practice! You have always said that this work is your practice…allow yourself to dissolve. Merge with me, dance with me, surrender. There is no place for worry or expectation in this situation. Merge with me my child and let us explore together the formless nature of form.”

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