My mom says, “Pottery is wonderful because it makes no sense at all.”
She goes on, “I have no talent for pottery. I am not buildng on strengths. I’ll never be an accomplished potter. The world doesn’t need any more pots. It’s purely for its own sake.”
Really? That’s the way dogs operate. We just do what we enjoy. Humans make things complicated.
My mom was so excited. “I made a cylinder!” she exclaimed. “It’s practically even!” She showed it to Megan, an accomplished potter, who pretended to be impressed.
For this we had to come up all the way to the pottery studio? I could have chased a dozen tennis balls by now…about as useful as mom’s quest for a perfect cylinder.
“I’m getting fussy,” she said. “If it’s not even, I don’t keep it.”
Well, I’m pretty fussy about who and what I play with, too. Same thing.