I won't lie, I've been AWOL because I spent most of my summer in a funk of depression. So much has happened and I found myself overwhelmed. The lovely, cool summer evenings found me either laying on the couch or in bed, often too down to even watch tv or read. Thank God for the crickets and the frogs. Their evening song soothed my soul like nothing else was able to.
Even when I had to force myself out into the studio to prepare for a recent raku firing, I did not enjoy it. Every task seemed like a burden, every bowl, cup and tray a chore to be done. Don't ask about the floor..... it didn't happen.
Then, suddenly, early this week, everything shifted. I got my journal out to write about the anxiety and deep depression of the last several months and instead of putting pen to paper I ended up in the studio. I thought, just one little pot. Please, just make one little pot.
I was right back where I need to be, in this sanctuary, performing this ceremony, touching this earth. And it felt so good; so right.
Every night this week I've listened to Our Mutual Friend on Podcast Addict and reveled in how wonderful it feels to be back in the studio.
Depression, I only have one thing to say to you....... you can drag me down, but remember that when you do, I will take the mud you've drug me into and I will make something marvelous out of it.
