“So I went down to the potter’s house and I saw him working at the wheel. But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands, so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him.”
I’ve been processing the whole potter/clay idea this week. The wheel keeps on spinning, the clay keeps on being imperfect, and change, she is always just right around the corner. “Yippee!” And also, “Oh crap.”
Here’s a snappy little acrostic I got from LC at A2 at SBCC:
C = common–clay is around & has been for quite some time. As the sweet potato queens say, “They’re makin’ more of them things ever’ day.” God adapts normal people into usable vessels. What a great plan!
L = leaks–it is pourous. Whatever it fills up with will eventually leak out
A = absorbent–because it is porous, it will absorb the qualities of that which fills it…for good or bad
Y = yields–clay that is soft yields to the hand of the potter.
Clay that gets too hard becomes unusable for it’s designated purpose. If it’s really hard, it becomes fragile and just breaks.
The very day I had this lesson in my adult SS class, Daughter 2 cheerfully asked if she could go down to The Mud Formerly Known as Canal and dig through the mud and make stuff. I was not that happy about this plan, but neighbor kid actually had a designated bucket for this purpose as well as plenty of previous experience. They got all grubbed up and spent the afternoon in this creative pursuit. They had to dig beneath the mud to get to the clay. They filled up their bucket, brought it up to the deck and made snakes and bowls and little clay people. They delighted in their messiness and their creations. It didn’t matter to them what the clay looked like. They weren’t after perfection. They had a fabulous time dreaming, developing, and doing.
So as I look at the newly formed inanimate addition to our wacky family, I’m remembering what we tell our preschoolers…that process is more important than product when it comes to creativity. And beauty (and usefulness and worth) is in the eye of the Beholder.