After close to five years without it, my kiln is now hooked up to electricity and ready for its maiden firing in our new surroundings.
I have no more excuses.
Now comes the time when what is ‘in my head’ has to be made manifest in clay. This is terrifying. What if I have lost the ability to sculpt? What if I can’t remember how to fire? What if my inspiration dries up?
Who do I think I am?
ENOUGH! It matters NOT who I am. The niggling voices that make me question myself are not just unwelcome and unhelpful - they are malicious, perhaps diabolical.
God gives every one of us a gift. It is up to us to develop that gift and then get out of the way!
Stop thinking, thinking, thinking and just get to work!
