Many stories to tell.......
Bones are beautiful, eloquent, and have infinite memory. They are our universal fortune tellers either in their natural forms or in a game of dice. We recognize our humanity in their stories. Our collective memories get reincarnated through storytelling. The Storyteller in my Haitian culture often appears as a mysterious woman wrapped in a head scarf. Bones are humanity's connection to life and death. My “Storyteller” symbolizes the head vessel in which bone-memories are stored.
That particular day, we walked about two miles each way under the scorching Oaxaca sun to Cecilia's ancestral clay pit to dig just enough for a small piece. On the way back, we stopped under a lone tree for a tortilla lunch and to cool off. This experience was as much a pilgrimage to me as it was to my friend. I was touched and I felt honored to have been allowed to the sacred place of her ancestors.
Babette regularly visits Atzompa, Mexico, where a family of women potters asked to teach them figurative forms. These forms are more marketable, and will replace their traditional functional cookware which has been devalued by the invasion of cheap, foreign-made products sold in big U.S. box stores.