Leap of faith
I think I struck a chord with folks on my last post “ It Should Have Been Better.” Yesterday on the way to my clay suppliers I found myself driving along wondering how I was going to pay my bills when I was 80. I wondered if I would be able to carry the clay and materials up and down the stairs. I wondered if I would still love making pots. I wondered about my health. I wondered if I would find company with all the other old guys having morning Jo at McD’s. Then I thought Holy Shit Batman that is a long way off! What the hell are you worrying about that today for? You are using up positive energy on a beautiful day creating a problem that doesn’t even exist yet. I think we do this far too often. If I had thought like that when I was 27 I’d never have taken the leap of faith to become a potter. If you don’t take a leap of faith you never do anything. When you decide to become a potter it is a big leap of faith and it should be normal to be scared. I think the only thing scarier would be the regret of never trying out what you dreamed of. To stare out the window each day and wonder what kind of life you could be having.
I am reading a book on BC potter Tam Irving. A potter whose work I love! There is a quote by Bernard Leach- 1940 – The studio potter who essays to work single-handed undertakes an arduous and solitary existence. It is hard work but