first ritual objects

These were among the first things I made in clay—vessels shaped by need and reverence.

A chawan to hold morning matcha.

An urn for my parents’ ashes.

A bowl for the incense I’ve carried across moves and years.

A candle holder for zazen.

A tablet for an angel I couldn’t write.

A hand to hold a gift from a friend.

Each emerged from practice: not just ceramics, but Zen, writing, memory, and grief. They’re not designed as a set. But in making them, something quietly ceremonial took shape.