This time of year always brings along a wave of self doubt. It is a combination of pre-wedding season nerves as well as trying to shake away that winter creative hibernation. Creativity for me always has its seasons, and my most obvious low is correlated with the cold and dark season. But as the sun warms the skies, my heart seeks out ways to reclaim that creative spirit. And so a pottery class. A bunch of little crooked cup made by my own two hands. This is my stirring.
Waking up.
