Words

Having previously made little real progress despite much encouragement I started this year with a plan to simply try and create clay that I might one day be able to shape - to let the words spill freely without getting lost trying to direct the flow. Slowly a few became a few more, many has started to feel like maybe enough.
I tinker, I polish. I dance around the edge of an illusory sense of something worth saying, but much gets lost in the crafting as perhaps it should. That can be a hard process, saying goodbye, changing the sense, starting again. Yet much like the climber I once was I'm learning not to fall - to reach out and feel my way forward, even if that means heading in many a different direction in the hope of mastering a sequence that works.

I can't always stand at the easel and confined to the potter's wheel was never for me. I've found I'm a fan of scribbled notes and apps on my phone just as much as the keyboard; the thankful convenience of the cloud tethering them, herding them towards a togetherness not always immediately visible. And yes, I've even written the odd phrase on the wood of these walls when my subconscious has reached out from behind the simple meditation of doing.

Now, just at the right time it would seem, the hut is coming together and I've a place to pause and ponder, to tinker again, polish and purge. And somehow, despite this oddest of years I'm beginning to see something looking back at me from within the clay. Maybe enough has been edited down to not quite there yet, but an ending I think is in sight.

postscript: because I know some of you really like to know (& I thought at least one sentence today should make sense), Shaggy Scalycap (Pholiota squarossa)