Sunday, October 25, 2009
It was one of those days that I was working early when I am usually working out. The glitch, though, was getting off work early and not having the momentum of healthy routines in motion for that space in time. I was becoming anxious with old habits toying in my mind. One harmless deliberation was whether or not to acquire a teapot from a sale today by the ceramic students. This 'indulgence' symbolized a healthier drink and mindset for the future I would like to see. I knew if I returned to the sale in time the peace would be mine.
My new teapot has a lot of feeling to it, coarse, as I rub my hand on its outside; thin, graceful walls pulled up by unmistakably skillful hands; a finish reminiscent of magical, geological explosions. I don’t know how anyone could part with such a piece, but I am enjoying it as if it were a soft kitten.