Do you know?
When the Potter starts to wedge you…
You realize that you are full of impurities that needed to be cleaned. So many little pebbles and bitterness that needed to be taken out. So many rough edges that needed to be carved out. And as you spin on a wheel, bracing yourself for an unknown change… you slowly learn that you have to be soft and mendable enough to be shaped by the Potter’s hands. It’s a process where you can do nothing but to trust. And yet you realize that you must pass this battle without losing yourself.
When the Potter puts you on the shelf…
You are left to wait so you would truly know what patience means. You learn that the saying “time spent waiting is wasted” is not necessarily true. Minutes turn to hours. Hours turn to days, weeks, and years. And you accept that there are just some things that money can’t move forward, that talents can’t deliver. You realize that there are moments where waiting, is the only thing you can do.
When the Potter puts you in the fiery kiln…
You have to learn to stand and walk through fire. You began to understand, that although it hurts and it burns, sometimes the fire is not designed to hurt you. Is it a test? Then it dawns on you, that even though it’s hot, it’s never beyond your limit. And you finally understand that all you have to do, is to hang on and have courage… because that’s the only way you can be transformed.
You break, wait, burn, and learn to trust as you are shaped.
And in every process and every step of the way, you learn that you have to break in order to be made whole.
And as you learn resilience, patience, and courage… you realize that you are no longer a lump of mud in the Potter’s backyard.
Now, for the first time, you realize that you are a beautiful piece of art.
Lately I’ve been doing a little bit of pottery and clay making whenever I have some free time. I missed the quiet and utterly relaxing time pottery making provides. And the fact that your hand is covered with mud and clay is an added bonus to ensure a short digital detox (i.e. taking a break from checking my phone and stuff hahah).
The last time I did pottery quite seriously was during high school. On some days, I used to sneak into my art classroom after school with my best friend, and I just sat down for hours making pottery, while she drew manga besides me as we talked. Haha. It’s funny that when I look back on my high school days, these quiet little moments are just one of the most heart-warming memories that I keep. 🙂
Anyways, as I work with clay… I began to contemplate pottery as a metaphor of mankind’s journey. Because perhaps a human’s life is not all that different from that of clay. After all, did we not come from dust, and died, buried as one with the Earth’s soil?