Whispers Beyond the Wind

 I am obsessed with writing but also with pots, ceramics, clay.  I don't spend as much time as I'd like with my hands in the mud but I should.  Since I have taken to writing every morning I love writing even more.  Discipline leads to love.  It's not work to write. In fact, now I can't do anything else in my day until I drink coffee and write.  I need to focus that way with ceramics I'm thinking.  Take this blue moon garlic roasting pot.  Just big enough for one bulb of garlic.  So much work goes into this.  I wedge the clay, pull a pot on the wheel, separately make a handle and lid, join the handle to the pot.  I let pot/lid combo dry for days and then bisque fire them together with the lid on.  Then I carefully wax the lid and the rim of the pot so th two don't fuse together, glaze and decorate the pot and lid and finally say a wish and fire my sweet little pot at 2,300 hundred degrees for at least a day.   And then cool it for a another day.  My ceramics instructor joked about pots last night saying as she was showing how to make a ceramic pumpkin, "The cool thing about making pots is they will be around forever."  Point in fact, the first ceramic artifact dug up was made 28,000 BCE during the Paleolithic period.  It's a statue of a woman, Venus of Dolni Vestonice. My brother thought my little garlic pot looked like a pee pot.  Maybe.  But it will survive long after he and I are only whispers in the wind.  I'm thinking that might be why I love to make pots.  So I survive beyond the whispers.  And maybe even the wind.