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Holmes Family Christmas 2014

That is a happy group.  That was Christmas 2014 for the Holmes family and we lived it up on the ski slopes of Colorado, ate at great restaurants together, had game nights and saw a movie or two together.  Together!  Did you notice I didn't mention the gifts we gave each other?  We did that of course, but that is not what we remember.  We remember being together.

Yesterday, December 27th, I was having some quiet time in the morning and I was reading a devotion that lead me to write a little on the subject of the season.  The author mentioned a neighbor who had set up a large inflatable Santa Claus in their yard.  A couple of days after Christmas, the Santa suddenly deflated.  Kind of says it all when it comes to all the holiday madness, don't you think?

2014 was the last Christmas we have had together. (I have already resolved that in 2017 we will all be back together again.)  The last two seasons had situations that have prevented us from all gathering together.  Last year was the first year without my boys and daughter-in-law.  It was grim.  I was not a happy girl.  This year, however, I once again made myself a promise to dwell on the true meaning of this blessed of all holidays.  I do this every year and some years are better than others.   But this year I'd have to say I was more prayerful about our situation.

These two have my heart.

In November we went to Denver to spend Thanksgiving and my birthday with our family.  It was fabulous.  I loved our time together once again.  We did this because we knew Christmas would be out of the question.  My husband was scheduled for surgery two days before Christmas.  It was a major surgery on his foot and for six weeks he would have to be totally off of his foot.  Did I say "six weeks"?!?

I knew I had to mentally prepare for this.  Playing the part of nurse maid is not exactly my strong suit. I know.  Shocking!  But my closest friends will verify that fact.  But it's good to know your weaknesses, don't you agree?  So that's when I decided to focus on the real reason for Christmas.  Christmas is celebrated because of the gift that was given to ALL of mankind - a Savior.  Jesus came down from a cushy throne to live among us and not as royalty as we know it.  His is the gift that gives for eternity and won't deflate two days later.

Yes, I missed my boys and daughter, but there wasn't this grim, poor, pitiful me this year.  My prayers were answered.  I received the gift of thankfulness, patience, joy and peace.  These are gifts that keep on giving.

We are now about to complete day 7 of post-op and I haven't once raised my voice to my precious, demanding husband!  We are doing fine and this too shall pass.  New Years is around the corner.  Spring and then summer will be upon us before we know what hit us.  Fall will slip by and Christmas will once again be here.  Try to remember the Christmases past.  Do you remember the gifts you received?  I'm betting not.  But times together with family and friends are what will most often come to mind.  This year I want to grasp those moments that I share with family and friends and cherish them for years to come.  God bless you all this coming New Year!

Oh Yeah!  And look forward to more original and new pottery from us Lady Fingers in 2017.  What we create DOES make wonderful gifts for your friends and family!  🙂

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Photo by Patti Petit. @2016

Today everyone knows me as Patti Petit, the Running Rabbit Pottery Lady. But to family and childhood friends I have been and always will be “Bunny”. I was born in the Year of the Rabbit. My birth month is the month of the Rabbit Moon. My animal is the rabbit -- busy, nurturing and probably getting in everyone’s way. When I came to clay it was natural for me to call my studio Running Rabbit Pottery.

How I got there was from being a teenage painter in New Orleans to becoming a clay artist in the Northeast Georgia Mountains -- a long but joyous journey.

That's me, Patti, at work in my studio. @2016
That's me, Patti, at work in my studio. @2016

Life took one of “those turns.” I was no longer raising four children; managing five acres of gardens and vegetable crops and no more teaching. I missed the ever new scenes of nature around me, and I had been let go when my office closed. Job hunting filled some time but my fingers ached –- not to paint. I believed there were images, vignettes, in the clay, and I needed to root them out. I went to the University of South Alabama bookstore, bought 50 pounds of clay, three trimming tools and a sponge. In no time I was set up in the kitchen. My children feared I had tipped over the edge. If I had, clay had grabbed me, and it has never really let me go.

I continued studying anything about clay I could find. When I retired and moved to Cleveland, Georgia, I found a studio with classes my first week. I have always been a teacher at heart, loving seeing people “get it.” So, I was privileged to teach clay hand building to physically and mentally challenged adults for five years.

Through church, I met Jaymi Hampton who is also a Lady Fingers potter and a born encourager. She invited me to follow her to The Georgia Heritage Center for the Arts. I kept growing in clay, mostly sculpting small animals -- kittens, rabbits, crabs and the like. It was easy becoming part of the clay community in this nurturing environment. When the highway department took the gallery, I missed the tribe that had adopted and nurtured me.

From left to right: Patti, Susan Holmes, Jaymi Hampton
From left to right: Patti, Susan Holmes, Jaymi Hampton

Then a group in Helen, Georgia, decided to open an art and local history gallery. A dear friend and artist, Helen Greear, invited me to join. Shortly after, one of the members, Susan Holmes, asked if she could visit my studio and interview me for a newspaper article. Sue came, visited, met my studio cat Pippi Longstocking and asked if I gave classes. For three years Sue and her friend, Missy Whitlock, studied and had a glorious time in the studio. We learned so much. We shared our laughter, tears, triumphs and failures.

Our tribe is many things more than clay,  but clay found us, joined us and bound us. I am still the Running Rabbit, trying to pack as much into any studio day as possible. The studio grows and the emphasis changes as it should. My long-ago gardens find life in clay. The trees around me provide inspiration for new work. You can find a bit of my world and my shop at Running Rabbit Pottery on Etsy.

~ Patti