This morning, I sat with amazing people, part of my writing group for the summer. We wrote from a prompt from a beautiful poem by poet, Byrd Baylor called “When Clay Sings”…I wanted to share my write with you.
I remember the first time I held the clay. Wobbling on the wheel, it was as if I had God between the palms of my hands. And such power, I felt almost ashamed. Wet sand, tenacious, determined to stay strong, it allowed me the privilege of pulling it up to a place of my own happiness.
This morning I remember the over-used analogy that clay vessels are only useful because of the empty space. But from the day I first sat in my college art room filled with spinning wheels and the heat from kilns, I also knew clay vessels are not only about holding “things”. They’re alive and allowing, happy to be shaped in ways that are useful to the maker.
I’ve dreams and desires these days to be like wet clay…willing to take the shape most useful to its maker. To be pulled up, pushed down with gentle, strong joy. Not to be afraid when it loses its center, wobbling and threatening to come unglued from its foundation.
To love someone and allow myself to be shaped by their hands. To love the contentment of passivity, patience and waiting to know. Longing to let go even if it means slumping into an unrecognizable mess. Having faith and trusting that nothingness is a good place to rest. Smiling because I know my own song that knows new hands will lift the mass and the mess of me, handle me lovingly and pull me up again into a new and beautiful shape.
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Donna Bailey, MS
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