I’ve been dreaming about getting my hands in clay for years. I imagined the feel of the pliant clay running through my fingers as I shaped the soft block into a useful container of my choosing. In my daydreams, I envisioned hours spent calm and centered before the wheel. I was inspired to register for a class at my local art center last fall. The first night, I walked into the unfamiliar space eyeing the wheels set up in two rows facing a center shelf. We gathered around the glazing table and quickly received the basic instruction. We needed clay, which came in 25-pound bags and we needed tools, a small sponge, wire cutter, and various wooden and metal hand tools. The smell of clay filled the space. Continue reading “Pottery class…”
So, starting all over again is hard. I’m learning how to do new things. A lot of them. This week it feels like everything is new. And difficult. It’s hard to go from being an expert, the one who trains others, to the new kid learning what everyone else already knows. I don’t really like it. Continue reading “Learning curve…”
The conference itself was everything I hoped it would be. Last year, I attended the Q Conference in Boston and was so encouraged for the church, and for my own place in it. When I saw the advertisement for Q Women, I knew I needed to share this chance to engage our faith and our minds with some of my favorite people. Continue reading “Q Women…”
Man’s mind, once stretched by a new idea,
never regains its original dimensions.
~Oliver Wendell Holmes