Welcome to Saidie's Pottery
The Turning
And as my hands begin to form the clay
I am reminded of why
I am who I am.
I am not here to accomplish great things.
Form to perfection-oneness of clay and glass
Their beauty pleasing to the eye.
These are not mine
I simply am.
My hands form with eagerness and delight
As my wheel spins, comforting my soul…
Sounds, smells, thoughts all one creating.
And as my hands begin to form the clay
I am reminded of why
I am who I am.
I am not here to accomplish great things.
Form to perfection-oneness of clay and glass
Their beauty pleasing to the eye.
These are not mine
I simply am.
My hands form with eagerness and delight
As my wheel spins, comforting my soul…
Sounds, smells, thoughts all one creating.