I like to look at bisqued pieces; not yet practical,
and so full of possibilities. I choose the hue of glaze, imagining what will be in the final piece. crimson, gold. fleeting beauty and northern lights. crunching footsteps. dancing with, breathing in sunlight through the leaves. senses ruffled, filled with wonder.
anticipation, and lightly mourning summer. They say that change brings growth. I thought I was open to change. I thought that I embraced it wholeheartedly, until it wasn't within my control. So now, with a creak and a groan, these growing pains will unfold into something beautiful. That is what I trust.
Today's something beautiful is the Whitecourt Potters' Guild. |
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