Boxed In

​I’m not good at keeping things to myself. I am not good at faking it or putting on a good face.
 
So first I want to thank all of our current students who have been witness to all the things not kept to myself of late. Thanks for your patience and understanding, and for giving ME the sense of community I so very much want to create here at Squatter Potters. My time in the studio with all of you is often the only respite I get in a day, so it really does mean a lot to me that you all continue to show up despite my oversharing, tragic, and all-around joy-sucking existence right now.
 
I’m not sure what wisdom I’m supposed to glean from this boxed-in existence. The yogi and Reiki Master in me knows there must be some in here, but currently, I’m not able to discern what in the heck that might be. But that’s ok. It’s not the point right now. The point is survival. Getting through each day; sometimes, oftentimes, getting through each hour.
 
The yogi and Reiki Master in me does know that everything is energy and energy moves. It will be interesting to see how this glacially slow movement from crisis to whatever “not” crisis turns out to be, shows up in my sculpture.
 
In the meantime, I’m truly grateful I get to spend a few hours in the studio with all of you each week. It helps me remember that I do indeed have the ability to be useful, to know what to do, to feel skilled at something. It truly means the world to me right now.