Clay Addict

I’m feeling a little like a Clay junkie right now, I get so excited about making clay art, and I run off to a 3 day show to sell my art. The compliments I get are so incredible; one woman’s comment is, this was this finest clay work she had ever seen. I immediately thought to myself, well then she probably has not seen much in the way of fine pottery, (mistake #1 bad mouthing myself to myself) Even so, my feathers fluffed up just a bit at the compliment. Three days of endless praise did not make me feel any better at the very slow sales of a few soap dishes and one or two Ikebana’s (mistake #2 money isn’t everything) I left at the end of the show with my tail between my legs, dazed and confused, wondering am I so gullible to believe that my art is worthy, (mistake #3 it’s like slapping God’s face and saying “why the heck did you make me a potter!”)

Why not buy fancy pottery, was the question rolling around in my mind. Whilst wallowing, I found my self paralyzed emotionally, I was digging a hole and filling it with quicksand. I really felt stuck, I was feeling a little guilty for not going to Chama with hubby and son and I found myself really wanting to connect with someone on a very real level and at the same time feeling very disconnected and animated and incredibly lonely. Amazing trickery our little pea brain minds can play on us (mistake #4 endless wallowing never did anyone any good).

All that boo hooing and Tuesday morning as I rose early for my real job, yes Virginia Santa has a real job! I looked up to the sky and saw the tiniest bright little shooting star and somehow it gave me renewed hope, I started my week over, thanked God for my talents, listened intently to the preacher on Christian radio going on for 30 minutes with a sermon about “MONEY IS NOT EVERYTHING” Relationships come first, God expects us to trust him and he will provide our needs. Some things I really need to work on, #1 Self worth, #2 Money isn’t everything, #3 Trust God, he made me good. #4 wallowing does not show God’s light in me.

Rita Ryan/Potter

(not Harry)