Walk:
My walk today was back and forth from table to kiln, kiln to slab roller, slab roller to table. In between there were trips to the sink.
Wedging:
I have not wedged clay in months. I felt it, feel it, and will continue to feel it in my neck and arms - good pain.
Assembly line:
63 doves are nearing completion.
Final count:
14 extra doves drying
7 practice/experimental doves drying
2 frogs, 1 goldfish, 1 pumpkin, 6 doves, 2 "Texas," glaze firing (first kiln in months too)
2 frogs, 1 goldfish, 1 test tile, 57 doves waiting for the next kiln
4 tables with my stuff unloaded on them (It is a holiday. I will clean up before the weekend ends.)
1 brain emptied and then filled with possibilities
Meditation:
I sat and let all things go save the clay before me - rolling, cutting, cleaning, and finishing. I rubbed out the unwanted marks with my finger. Soon I am anonymous as my fingerprints are rubbed away by the work. Be the clay. I was the clay. I am the clay.
The time passed unmarked until I finished and realized I could start no additional work this day.
I hope readers understand the "I am the clay" comment was for my crazy DH who often says stuff like "Read the roadmap? Are you kidding? Just BE the road."
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