Kairos Ceramic

10/04/2026

10/03/2026

So much gratitude in the last 3 weeks 🧡

Life is shifting.
Plans are coming to fruition.
God is moving.

08/25/2026

I spent a good 8 hours in the clay this weekend. Initially, working on reclaiming clay and turning it back into something usable.

Then onto the recently bisque fired pots. Every pot needs several layers of glaze and time to dry in between. Its a slow process. Since this Sunday was so nice and I had so much glazing to do, I pulled all my pots out to the picnic bench under our big, old River Birch tree and started carefully brushing glaze on.

As soon as I set up out there, my mom, sister and dad joined me. My kids and their neighbor friend filtered in and out of the conversation, which went on until after the sun went down. We ended the day with a completed glazing task, a mountain of conversation topics exhausted, and some ice cream.

There are fewer days in life than I'd like in which everything feels so comfortable. Days where the nervous system can be a peace and the mind do the serious work of relaxing. When those days do come around, I'm so incredibly grateful. Too often we find ourselves editing who we are to fit the corporate world, the busy schedule or the algorithm. It's nice to have a whole day that feels the same as a long exhale. Relieving and peace giving.

Its true what they say - sometimes the most productive thing you can do is relax.

08/16/2026

Today I present to you an imperfect pot and a few thoughts on toxic perfectionism.

08/08/2026

It'll be over before we know it so slow down, take a deep breath, and set aside your worries. It's all gonna work out.

08/07/2026

A love letter to my future customer. I'm doing it all to bring something lovely into your world 🫶🏻🌻🐂

07/28/2026

Well it's been a week since we found out that Oakley is expecting a calf by Magni. I couldn't be more excited about this pairing. I'm really hoping he passes on that cute forehead stamp that most of his calves inherit 😊

Unfortunately, Oakley's pregnancy hormones have been on the rise, and her attitude has been deteriorating to go along with it.

A few days ago, she found herself alone in a space with Asher, our ten year old son. He had climbed over the fence, hoping to get to his dad around the corner of the barn. He put himself face to face with Oakley and alone instead. She took the opportunity to rush him, pin him up against the barn and give him quite the scare. He didn't have a scratch, but he learned an important lesson.

Fortunately, his dad was right around the corner and put a stop to the whole mess. As soon as Oakley saw him, she knew she was in trouble. She may not have a lot of respect for a ten year old boy, but she has plenty of respect for the Boss Man, Matt.

As much as I'd love to blame this all on pregnancy hormones, I think Oakley is capable of doing this at any point in her reproductive cycle for one simple fact: she's a cow.

She's not an aggressive cow, but cows live their lives according to the hierarchy of the herd. That means getting pushy on a daily basis in order to cement their standing amongst their peers. Pushier cows get better grazing, better water, shadier spots to rest, etc. Oakley was just asserting her natural inclination to dominate who she can when she can.

It's for that reason, we have this rule for our kids and visitors to the farm: NEVER go into a pen with any cow without me or my husband, Matt.

Cows can be sneakier than you realize and certainly more vengeful than you expect.

If you have cows, it's just a matter of time before you get run over, mounted or headbutted by your beautiful farm dairy queen.

So stay safe out there, my fellow milk maids and men. You never know when a cow is going to decide to make a decision to go PBR on you ✌🏻🙏🏻❤️

07/08/2026

Inexperience, lack of confidence and 10 shattered mugs is a tough way to learn lessons, but here I am - trying to improve processes and policies for the benefit of my stress level 😂

04/09/2026

Our hearts are heavy today.

Debbie, a chicken from our very first order of chicks, had passed on. She was sort of our farm mascot, outlasting all other chickens and permanently asserting herself at the top of the pecking order.

She did the move with us from Colorado to Tennessee in the back of an Xterra. Everyone thought we were crazy, but I knew I couldn't leave Debbie behind. I have pictures of a two year old Aria holding her as a chick and now holding her as an old hen, too weak to stand. I have so many memories of her that will always be treasured.

She will be deeply missed 💔