First Of The Year
Well, it's here, for the first time in 2013 I get to play in the clay room on my wheel, this excited bead maker was up at dawn like that little boy on Christmas morning, its been four long cold months since I sat at my wheel feeling the wet clay between my fingers, watching my hands pull pots and bowls from lumps of fresh soft clay, piece after piece placed on boards to dry and a mind kept so interested by texture and form alone.
Pictures of tall vase like pieces ride my thoughts alongside rustic kitchenware and decorative bowls that families will share, simple tea bowls and cups will sit beside drying pitcher and clay beads will gather like small children watching and wanting to be involved.
A new year will I hope bring new skills and ideas to fruition, colours will I'm sure be bold and shapes new to my wheel, all I ask of this summer ahead is to learn and enjoy the lessons that cross my path on those tiny lanes I walk and people enjoy my journey with me, they may feel my hurt when things go wrong and share my joy when smiles light my face but importantly they are there walking beside me.
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