This fall, I have been doing a work-trade at the Tucson Clay Co-op. It’s my first experience working with clay. I haven’t made much progress, but I’m reminding myself it takes time. My 3 hours of volunteer work on Saturday afternoons take the place of paying for my two hours of class in the morning.
Most of the tasks don’t require a lot of brain power, but are rather physical – sweeping the studio, recycling the clay, cleaning pots, taking out the trash. But rather than mindlessly checking out, I’ve tried to be mindful while completing them. I’ve been trying to recognize simple lessons within my tasks that I can apply to frustrations I’ve been facing lately.
Recycling anger into kindness takes time
Like clay drying in the sun,
Waiting to be reshaped and bagged,
and used again
to make something beautiful.