Wandering Wednesday

Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never Is, but always To be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.

-Alexander Pope,
An Essay on Man, Epistle I, 1733

Mark vase listed on the Etsy shop

Don't you love the promise of spring?
I find myself full of the thoughts of what comes to us with another year.
I am also bouncing around and falling down like those tumblers.
I can't quite get my footing on what to make next.
I use to have a mental list and a written list of what I needed to make for the next kiln load.
But I feel as if my mental has gone on walk-a-bout...
In fact I have a vision of myself walking away and just walking, walking and walking.
I don't know where I am going in this walk but in my mind if I start I might never stop.

tumbling down

I might need to crawl a little and just make some mugs today.
Working with a shape that has comfort and my hands know what to do and my thoughts can walk.
So mugs...
or sugar jars....
maybe a list would help.

guess who is crawling

So I leave you with some baby love- having just seen and spent some time with the GRAND baby. She is a joy.
Yes, I am totally smitten.

Baby love

Maybe I will have pots to show soon!
M