Another day down at the Potter’s House and I’m lost in the reverie of playing in the mud. The clay is soft and wet under my fingers. The music floats around me and my mind is a million miles away in some imaginary kingdom. I turn this way and that but my eyes are fixed …
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Counterfeits
This hands-on lesson in the garden points to a life lesson that many discover too late. The imposters flourish en cognito next to the real thing and we often let them stay until it is too late. They influence those around them, appear beautiful and are seemingly the genuine article only to be exposed when …
Stretching
The beginning has come in fits and starts. Years and years and years of journals and papers and letters and songs. Studying my toes and staring at trees and clouds, gallivanting across the earth; tending to babies, following a husband, working long hours, staying up late sewing Easter dresses and arranging spring baskets and chocolate …
From the Potter’s Hand
I started going down to the Potter’s house when I was around 17 years old. It was there, at His knee, with our hands deep in clay that I learned to listen, get dirty and to fly. The life lessons abounded, as did the art of pot building. I was fresh from the throes of …
Spinning in Circles
Have you ever had that feeling like you’re supposed to be doing something and you do everything BUT that thing? The everything winds up being a distraction or a detour. And better yet, the detours are dead ends. That happened with me today; and somehow, I finally heard what God was trying to say to …
Rejection
Art. Writing. Dance. Drama. Song. Speech. Am I not good enough? Pretty enough? Smart enough? Funny enough? What if I fail? What if I don’t have what it takes? What if ‘they’ don’t like me? What if I am not cool enough, fun enough? Rejection. This long buried feeling surfaces and prods me. It rises …
Going
lead me on Lord.
Going
I began going to the Potter’s House when I was 17. Stopping to listen at His knee and to watch His Hands work, I was still and quiet. I’m uncertain how He got me to be still. Until then, I was wild and untamed. My long hair flying in the wind, I flew about from …