I get by with a little help from my friends. I was listening a little to The Beatles today, and although I didn’t hear this song, it got stuck in my thoughts.
It’s true, the words of the song title, and it’s been a lot of help lately. I’m grateful and thankful. Whether it’s been phone conversations, getting a meal together or simply a hug from a friend I don’t see as often. These are the moments that keep me focused forward on what’s to come. These moments have helped me get back to throwing and creating the things I love to make. Moving forward feels good.
Albeit, unloading the glaze fire today was definitely not one of my favorites…. And there was a bit of testing involved with some new glaze mixes. I think I liked 3 things. Maybe…
<insert eye roll here>
But that’s why I’m a maker. I make stuff. I try new things. The important part is that I am back at it. Making stuff. Creating something from a blob of clay, freshly wedged and then thrown and forced into a vessel.
The movement of the wheel and the feel of the clay centers me, more-so than I center it on the wheel. It grounds my senses and my being while I force this wet mass into something that will become strong under pressure and fire. An item that will have beautiful lines and colors, that may glimmer in the sunlight or from the light of a candle.
I have much gratitude for those who keep me motivated and help me push my boundaries. It truly does take a village.
Who am I anyway?
A mom, sister, daughter, potter, artist, friend, coffee fiend, ocean lover, star-gazer, optimist…. and I suppose there could be many others.
But in the end, I am one that gets by with a little help from her friends.