A few years ago I picked up a ceramic cup I had made in college. It is one of the few pieces I have left from my days as a potter. The cup held fond memories as I felt the weight of it in my hand. I remember forming it with my own hands. And when it was just the right dryness, I’d turned it upside down and trimmed the base so that it was the perfect thickness. I’d created the handle and attached it to its form. It took time and a piece of me went into its creation. When it was finished, I signed my name to the bottom. I placed it in a kiln and waited.
The Creator Loves the Creation
When it came out of the furnace, I covered it with a special glaze. I wasn’t the best at calligraphy, but wanted my mom to know I’d made the cup for her alone, and I wanted it to be personal…so I gently inscripted a letter “R” on the front for “Rose”. I wasn’t sure I liked the letter, but remembered thinking…“it will do.” I put the cup back into the kiln for the final step to make it ready. I loved my creation… and even though it wasn’t perfect, I was proud. I’d made it with my hands and with my heart for someone I loved.