Pottery: Slabs are my Thing

If you google “slab” you’ll find:

noun 1. a large, thick, flat piece of stone, concrete, or wood, typically rectangular.

“paving slabs”

verb 1. remove slabs from (a log or tree) to prepare it for sawing into planks.

Until April, in my mind, slabs were either a type of fencing used to corral pigs or large hunks of meat. I had no idea “slab” could be used as a verb., nor did I know I’d be using slabs to express my artistic abilities.

But alas… I slabbed my clay and used the slabs to create pottery. And I’m never looking back.

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Growing out of my exoskeleton

Growth Through Change

There is growth through change. The towering maple tree in my backyard exposes its buds as it thrusts its limbs towards blue skies. It confirms that we are surrounded by growth and that we are always on the cusp of seasonal change.

“The only way that we can live, is if we grow. The only way that we can grow is if we change. The only way that we can change is if we learn. The only way we can learn is if we are exposed. And the only way that we can become exposed is if we throw ourselves out into the open. Do it. Throw yourself.”

C. JoyBell C.

I stretch towards the sky and inhale–exposed to the fresh air and sunlight. I feel myself growing out of the exoskeleton of my previous life. You see, I am growing because I am finally living. I am growing because I am changing. I am changing because I’ve opened myself to learning through my writing and through taking risks. I am exposing my innermost being. I will continue to hurl myself at the world.

I am on the cusp of another victory.

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My first round of pots and tulips from Marc

Pottery and Patrick Swayze

  Pottery Update

It’s been ten weeks since I threw my first pot. (In fact, ten weeks ago I thought throwing pots was about expressing anger.) As I prepped myself for that first class, I told myself that if I couldn’t make anything round, I would simply close my eyes and imagine Patrick Swayze’s ghost was enveloping me…you know, the classic scene from Ghost, which might be what prompted my desire to sit at a pottery wheel. (Here’s a playlist of Patrick’s most romantic scenes. I think I’ve loved him since the early 80’s.)
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Writing—The Beginning of My Journey

In the beginning, there was the written word…

Of course, like most writers, I’ve always known that I wanted to a writer. As a little girl, I lived in my mind and lost myself in books. I can still remember the joy of writing my first stories when I was a pupil in the tiny one-room school in Simmie, Saskatchewan. But knowing and becoming are two different things.

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A Second Chance

Lately, I’ve been feeling as though I’ve been handed back my life and given a second chance to rethink my future.

“You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.” — Steve Jobs

As Steve Jobs says, it’s easy to connect the dots looking backward, but it’s a blur looking forward–kind of like driving straight into a snowstorm. But you can’t live life looking backward, so you need to learn to trust in something. For me, that thing is my gut instinct. I haven’t listened to it enough in the past. Continue reading

Creative Nonfiction–What in the World is That?

Creative Nonfiction is a sub-genre of nonfiction

Less than two years ago, I was a die-hard fiction girl through-and-through, and the more literary, the better. I felt cursed with my poetic ease. I wanted to write novels. I wouldn’t have believed it if you told me I’d become a fountain spouting creative nonfiction. But I have.

Sure, I knew about nonfiction, but I really didn’t think writing about my life would be very fun. Whenever I tried to write about anything serious and true, it turned poetic and intense. (I’ve since learned that I tend to write lyrically.) I couldn’t help playing with the words and images that crammed out of my head all at once. I truly felt cursed.

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