pottery

I went on a pottery tour today and it evoked so much emotion in me I just had to share.

As I walked in and beheld the beauty, I was mesmerized. There were coffee mugs that were etched with beautiful designs of trees, butterflies, even pansies. Each cup was unique. Even with the same “stamp” work or design each had its own special shape and shade. I picked one up and peered inside and that very same handiwork was also on the inside! I had never seen so much care and attention to detail before.

The potter was there, and we spoke. I told her how special it was to have a mug that had meaning. How you literally got to hold a memory in your hand. How much comfort it brings to your soul. I told her how amazing her gift truly was and how she was impacting people’s lives just by doing what she loved.She seemed blessed by my words, and we parted ways.

Sitting here now, in my apartment, listening to the thunderstorm (my favorite pastime by far), and cupping this beautiful mug I am brought to several realizations.

You are like this handmade pottery for me.

You are so amazing and inspiring when I watch you with others. Your care and concern are evident. But it doesn’t stop with what you can “see” on the outside. No, it extends to the inside as well. You are very bit as beautiful in your spirit and soul. You are able to hold what matters to another person’s heart without judgement. You make them feel warm and safe and soothed. And just like each piece of pottery in that studio, you have been molded by life into the most unique and exquisite treasure. The little “imperfections” you see in yourself set you apart and they only add to your value… there is no replica of you. (only imposters)I love every part of you. I love that I am blessed with the gift of you. I love that you so willingly share yourself with me. You are my constant. You are my calm among the chaos and my comfort among the busyness of this life.