I have never processed my own clay. Until this point, I have opened a fresh 25 lb., bag of earthenware, stuck my head deep inside to inhale its magic and started creating. Today was the day where that changed. We had an appointment with the earth - it was time to process the clay and dirt that we had dug a few days ago. It was time for us to honor our commitment and make something wonderful from the gifts we had been given. We swirled the muddy water with our hands, digging in deep and releasing the rocks, twigs and plant material from the clay. We poured it through sieves, capturing more unwanted earthiness until all that was left was a muddy water concoction that will eventually reveal fine, silky micaceous clay.
Afterwards, as I was reveling in all that masterful muddiness, I realized that we humans, if we are dedicated and deiligent, do that as well. If we are to live lives of honor, truthfulness and integrity, we too, must dig deep, examine our dark corners, our rough edges, and slowly release the grog from the gift. What was so amazing to me today, was after sifting through all of the "debris", the underlying and hidden bits of Mica were everywhere. Even in the grog, there were shiny, sparkly bits of life that was offered up. It is up to each one of us to see the beauty that is just waiting to behold.