From one ball of clay to another

Playing with clay taught me a thing or two.

If you don’t breathe, you can’t make beautiful things. When I hold my breath working at the wheel, that held air shows up in the walls of my creation.

We all need a mud bath.

Every being has a limit to how far it can be stretched. If you try to make a vase out of the same ball you tried to make a cup and saucer out of, the clay won’t let you. It has been bent in too many ways to hold structure.

Every body has a memory of its true nature. We are like balls of clay in this way. We know when we are being asked to be a tea pot despite our design as an onggi.

Honor this clay being inside of you who knows their limits, their design, their carrying capacity. Their need for breath. Remind others of theirs as well.