I'm stuck.
I feel like a lump of clay - stuck to the wheel.
spinning, spinning, spinning
My thoughts are jumbled and rambled and restless and all over the place.
I have found frustration in my writing, so I've stopped.
I was forcing too many lessons into one ceramics blog post.
I was so concerned with finishing my series that I lost the quality of the hours poured over wheel and words.
I need to take a break.
I am spinning.
I am off center.
I need my Potter.
So, I am taking a break from my ceramics series. I am not going to finish it. I am going to let it dangle. And I am going to be okay with that.
I suppose there is a lesson to be learned in my hiatus from ceramics as well, because the studio that I use has closed. I was forced to stop my favorite hobby for a while. Don't be surprised if there are some dancing posts. I feel God there, too.
As I twirl on my pointe shoes, as the wheel splatters clay as it spins, You
I feel like a lump of clay - stuck to the wheel.
spinning, spinning, spinning
My thoughts are jumbled and rambled and restless and all over the place.
I have found frustration in my writing, so I've stopped.
I was forcing too many lessons into one ceramics blog post.
I was so concerned with finishing my series that I lost the quality of the hours poured over wheel and words.
I need to take a break.
I am spinning.
I am off center.
I need my Potter.
So, I am taking a break from my ceramics series. I am not going to finish it. I am going to let it dangle. And I am going to be okay with that.
I suppose there is a lesson to be learned in my hiatus from ceramics as well, because the studio that I use has closed. I was forced to stop my favorite hobby for a while. Don't be surprised if there are some dancing posts. I feel God there, too.
As I twirl on my pointe shoes, as the wheel splatters clay as it spins, You
anchor me back down……
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