Quote of the Day

" Running is endangered. Runners are losing the soul of their sport. A sport that started with our ancestors running down dinner and remains to this day predatory at its core. Joggers are prey. Runners are hunters. "


Pearl Izumi

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Class Ends, Ceramics Teaches, Summer Awaits

Class finally ended yesterday!  It was a fitting ending, too.  I watched the last few minutes of Elder McConkie's last conference talk.  Amazing.  Less than one week of finals left, and summer awaits!  Plants are coming back to life, the sun is shining, the air refreshing.  I love this time of year.  So much potential awesomeness awaits, begging me to grab it by the horns.  As soon as I'm done with finals I plan on treating myself to a massage and a campout.  I need to get back in touch with Mother Nature.

I was talking to Bronson a bit today-while I'm on the subject of Mother Nature-and we discovered that just about everything is female for some reason.  Nature, cars, ships, etc.  I started thinking about that, and I realized that perhaps there's more to that than I think.  Why is everything referred to as "she"?  Maybe its to teach us men to first master ourselves, then learn to listen to, handle, respect, love, care for, become one-unite-with all things female to then do the same, and become one with woman.  I dunno.  Just a thought.  The Lord has given us everything to teach us, and most of that teaching is symbolic.

These past two semesters have been pretty productive in the ceramics studio.  I've come to understand more why I love ceramics so much.  It's a great act of creation.  Creating is ultimately our greatest purpose as children of God and as humans.  There are so many ways of being creative, even in running, in sport, there is creation.  There is genius within all, waiting to be released, set free.  Ceramics is one of my creative outlets.  I've come to realize too that it is a pretty accurate manifestation of what is going on inside myself.  Some days I have no fire within, or no patience, or I'm frustrated or sad, and those are the days when creation ceases.  Those are the days when there is no harmony between myself and the clay, and nothing turns out.  Ceramics, though outwardly expressed, is totally introspective.  A lot of things are like that.

Anyway, here's some of my stuff from the past two semesters.  Gave a bunch away, and there's still some on the way.

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