My brain is a noisy place. There’s a whole host of characters up there clamoring for attention, talking over one another and the other characters in my life – the ones who share my house, not my head. There’s so much to think about, so many things to learn, absorb, plan and create. If I’m not careful, I could end up like this guy, locked in my skull trying to sort through the static.
I’m able to shush the crowd by meditating and/or doing yoga, but I confess to being a slacker about this, especially lately. (Bad Lisa!) But this past weekend, I got to indulge for the second time in a newfound passion that gets me quiet and focused faster than anything else I’ve ever done – throwing pottery on a wheel.
It makes sense that I’d love the feeling of wet clay on my hands. I love to garden, after all. That wheel, circling around and around, is mesmerizing, as are the spirals and whorls forming and disappearing in the clay as you stroke, stretch and pull it from a lump into a bowl. There’s no room for error, which keeps you honest and in the moment, because one wrong move and everything collapses.
My friend Jen is a fabulous potter, and she’s a great teacher, too. We spent three hours huddled together over her wheel, and thanks to her hands-on instruction (and occasional saves), I made two serving sized bowls I’ll be proud to use, presuming they survive the firing, glazing and re-firing. There’s always a chance they won’t, but I’m hopeful.
Throwing on a wheel has held a high place on my to do list for years. Now that I’ve experienced it, I refuse to scratch it off. I’m in for the count, looking forward to more sessions in Jen’s studio and maybe even getting a wheel of my own someday. You know, when I grow up. 😉
Tell me, what gets you out of your head? Is there anything you always wanted to try and finally got a chance to? Did you love it?