It's been an extraordinarily ordinary week.
Outside it's sunny and cold. And, I love walking through the park on a frosty winter morning. There's something invigorating about wind chill mixed with sunshine. It may stop people from going out but not the otters, beavers, herons or geese at the lake.
The glaze load in my kiln which I talked about last week was ready to be opened up. Yes, it brings up faith vs fear issues. But I also feel the same nervous excitement as a kid on Christmas morning. I've been good, done my work and now it's time to find out if what I wanted is, actually, what I got. This time, I got it all. An entire kiln load of keepers!
Sitting on the window seat and gazing out the window is part of my creative ritual. Sometimes, I forget just how important this time is for me. It's easy to see it as a lazy, non-productive waste of my valuable time on this earth. But it's not. It's what connects me to me, the earth and gives me the energy to work more creatively.
The blue sky and bright sunshine outside becomes the color I wash on my urn and mugs. The sparkling frost and cold chill make me long to throw mugs to fill with spicy, scented tea. The soft, shiny glazes coming out of the kiln remind me of the clear lake water. The trees outside my window inspire my leaf designs while the sunset colors show up inside my sgraffito bowls.
In fact, what's extraordinary to me is how everything I've done this week came from a collection of the most ordinary days.