Playing With Clay

It was a week full of stretching and growing; necessary emails, phone calls, and scheduled appointments. I learned a cup of coffee is imperative before my Friday evening pottery class. Ha ha! I left early because I was feeling like a zombie. (Is that okay to say?)

I had no appointments Saturday, no friend to meet for lunch, so even though I was feeling like hiding, I dragged myself out to the pottery studio. Only a few renters occupied the building when I arrived, but more trickled in, and when Open Studio began at noon, the place began to fill up. My friend Myung came too! I stayed several hours and by the time I left I was feeling much better. There is healing in community.

Being unsure what to make, I did some playing instead. Perhaps I'm not meant to build anything grand or glorious. Instead I made dogs. Wiener dogs. I like them.