I have switched massage therapist a few times over the years, not because each one has not been wonderful, but because my schedule didn't allow me to continue. Today I had yet another therapist, Sharon, filling in for my new regular therapist, Rosanna.
After Sharon had left the room and I was pulling myself back together to face the day, I noticed a handmade mug at the corner of the sink, and instantly recognized it as one of mine, from my early days. When I picked it up, my stamp on the bottom confirmed it.
I looked back, and this mug (#6 in this post) was made in 2013, in my second pottery course, and given to Heiko soon after. Fun. I can't wait until I get more of my work "out there" so I can run into it on occasion. It is such a nice surprise.