Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all.
I love making birdie bowls and bird ornaments!
I wish I could make some right now, but I can’t! I’ll have to wait until we move. My fingers are itching to dig into a bag of clay and make something cute, or pretty, functional or non-functional…I don’t care, I just want to feel the clay in my hands. I want to touch it, squish it through my fingers, smell it…I like the smell of clay. Everyday I go into my workshop, and force myself not to make something. I look at all the pieces that are ready to be glazed, and then I have to leave. I know I have to start packing, but I’m procrastinating. I’m not sure if I’m ready to say goodbye to my workshop.
But then, another part of me can’t wait to move. I’m looking forward to starting over…in a new place, a new state, a new town, a new house, a new workshop. Everything new and clean and wonderful!
And then I remember I have to leave three of my children behind, and my three little granddaughters. That’s not going to be easy, but I have to. If only we could all go. Maybe someday we’ll all be together again…I hope!
They are really cute, don’t you think?