The month of August was a bear. This summer marks the anniversary of the longest most agonizing year of my life that I can recall.
Sometimes I feel guilty for saying that. I feel guilty for marking this past year as so tough when I’ve gone through previous years that have included personal loss, passing family members and other life altering events that within the moment felt insurmountable. But that’s the point I think, the guilt reminds me that every time I think I won’t survive, I do. Every time those dark days come, light always follows. We are adaptable in that way. We heal. We always heal.
So many things in my life are not as I hoped they would be. But I’m learning as with most things, there is no point in hurrying.
Harried efforts are almost always regrettable. Pottery is a constant reminder of this. So many things to think about all at once. Hand position, water, tools, form, function, symmetry. You can’t process a thing else. You are all at once completely engaged but completely relaxed. You trust yourself, and you create. Everything else, can wait. Everything is a process. Even us. All things in their own time.
And we’re all the better for it.
