12-17-2007
The Gift of a Dream
By RenaeI danced hysterically around the kitchen. As tears began to trickle down my face, my son wondered if I was having a heart attack. For over ten years I have longed for a pottery studio. When the phone rang Friday night my dream started to become a reality. A dear lady gave me an electric kiln.
Trying to regulate my breathing, I sprang to the computer to search for a used potter’s wheel. Within minutes I found a small tabletop model listed that very day. After reading reviews of the Artista wheel, I decided it would suit my needs. Without so much as a sales pitch, my husband consented,
I want you to get back into pottery.
Saturday morning even the neighbor kids sensed my mental frenzy as we left for Dallas to pick up my early Christmas present. I am still bustling. My potter’s wheel is ready for use and my kiln will be moved here next weekend.
So many year ago, my pottery teacher said,
The mud will get into your blood.
The mud in my veins is diluted, but the muscle memory will return as soon as I get my hands into some pliant clay.
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