Today, a client asked for a play date with stress. Here’s what arrived for me. Pushing my graphic stick through the thick lump of clay and trying to stitch with a needle and thread as that lump quickly dried and hardened brought on some interesting feelings. Stress was totally at the party! I don’t think I’ve ever tried stitching clay before. It felt weird and exhilarating. The “ugliness” of the piece was stressful. I kind of hated it at times. But I know better than to run. So I stayed a while. I kneaded and poked and strung. Being with the discomfort was oddly comforting. Then some words arrived:
finding moments
to pause
to listen
to be with
all of me
and all of you
even the parts that feel ugly
we will find a way through
