Why "The Potter's Clay Rescue"?

     So here I am on a new venture, trying to keep up with technology yet keeping true to the core of my being. I am not a writer, never been published, and enjoy the little things in life. So no fame and fortune for me, just simplicity and God's will. I consider myself a natural kind of person with a little artistic ability thrown in. I love to be creative but find that the thought of expense often gets in the way of follow through. I still have projects and collections of possible things to do tucked away in the closet just waiting to be completed or purged. So hard to purge.
      I love to be thrifty, love collecting things, and love handmade pottery. Every time I go into a thrift store or Goodwill, I find myself in the isle that contains the wares that are glass/kitchen or in the garden area where planters and pots are sitting just waiting for someone to come and take them home. I am always drawn to those little handmade pots, mugs, vases that some novice has made. I look at them lovingly and think, "Someone has created you with great hope or love. You were probably made as a gift to bring joy to someone, or made with the hopes of making a living, or with hopes of helping someone to become a great artist." As I lift them up and feel the weight of their being, examine the exquisite use of the glaze, and the unique form their creator choose, one thought comes to my mind........"You're coming home with me." Granted some pots are very rough with their symmetry a little askew and drippy looking glaze, but to me they are masterpieces that a grandson created for his grandparents, a college student hoped would get that needed A, or a mature person found new found energy or passion. Some how they ended up on the shelf after being processed in the back and shoved on the shelf with every other type of breakable item. Maybe grandma passed away and the sentimental items aren't sentimental to anyone else. Maybe it's time to downsize or move and there just isn't any room for those extra gifts or nicknack's. Maybe it was time to purge those things from a difficult time in a life. I'm don't know. All I know is that I have to rescue them and bring them home where I can feel the weightiness of them, touch the texture of their glaze, read their markings on the bottom, and just look at them and appreciate their artist being. So I am adopting pottery.
     I'm not sure how this will blog out but hey, it's a journey. You've got to start somewhere and who knows where it will take me. I'm going to try to add pictures of some of my new charges and their quirks. Let me know what you think. Thanks, Phillys