Today I spray-painted by wedding shoes black

(copied from a post to a friend)
I sorta had this thought the other nite. Only with clay. Like a potter, his pottery wheel and the clay.
First (we) the clay is essentially the dirt of the earth, that has been uniquely and individually chosen to become a vessel. Not just any container- but a vessel ment to hold something of utmost importance and imagination of its maker.
Will this vessel have a handle ment to be held and gripped with certainty? Will this vessel have a spout ment to pour its innermost contents out of with smooth precision and aim? Will this vessel be deep and open to being filled wholly and secure? Will this vessel have a strong foundation and inner structure to prevent it from breaking on an unexpected fall.
The Potters hands, as an ever-ready-experieced artisan, genuinely gentle as the silt of water and mud enevitably wash and cover into the crevices of his knuckles and deep under his fingernails. The whole of this skin covered by the end of the process, he doesnt pay it any mind because his eyes, his passion are focused on his creation. As the wheel spins he -never doubting his ablity, never disbelieving in the out come of each movement and stroke of his palms. His hands always with one holding and at times the other molding. He knows alone the purpose of his fingers movement, inside then out, outside then in... Into the very depths the darkest places he places his hands and finger tips, digging out the dross, soothing out the foundation. No matter how much resistance, no matter how much grit, he gracefully works down to the last detail.
Before this all can happen (WE)- the clay have to individually and uniquely allow ourselfs to be placed on the wheel, in front of the potters hands. Hands ever ready to hold us and mold us, adding water to the dry parts, molding together the cracked parts, draw depth from the shallow parts, and building strength into the foundation and frame.
Prepared to be filled, by being changed from a mound of dirt- to a vessel with a purpose and destiny.

Thank you for reading friends,
till the world stops spin n'

steph