I have been making pots since high school.
It is such a magical experience! To take the product of mother earths genius and turn it into your own. It is humbling, grounding, frustrating at times and as I said above pure magic.
My body loves the feel of the clay in my hands, as it smoothly moves round and round on the wheel. Using my strength to move it slowly into a centered position as my energy begins centering as well. I can feel mother earth being pulled up through my feet chakras and helping to bring the clay and my energy into alignment.
My mind loves it because it begins to turn off; turn off the hamster wheel of thoughts always turning round and round in my brain. It gets focused on the task at hand and losses itself in the round and round of the wheel instead.
My soul loves it because it is part of what I came here to do. To make beautiful things, to connect to mother earth and to inevitably help others to do the same.
All is engaged when I am slinging mud and there for my genius is at play!
Here’s to clay, mother earth and letting Guinevere out and about to show off her stuff and have some fun! WOOO HOOOO
