Pots, part one.

Picture yourself as an artist who fashions clay pots.

You've spent a good deal of time making a huge assortment of unique pots.
Some are short and stout, perfect to plant one of those gorgeous mini-gardens that fancy people have at the end of their driveways.  Some are tall and slender like Grecian urns, with stories etched into the sides of them.  Each pot was designed in the mind of the artist to carry out a specific task.  Some are very decorative while some are more pragmatic.  Some will spend their entire existence being used for a common purpose, while some will be gilded with gold and reserved for only special occasions.

Now you've spent all this time and energy creating each one in the image you had in your mind.  You gave some imperfections and traits that you knew would serve their purpose, others you created to be...well, shall we say  you were going through your "Art Nouveau" period.  But they all began as your idea.

 Hidden within each pot is a secret. A treasure exists in its form or function, or within its design that makes it more than just a pot.  This secret makes it dear to the one who fashioned it. It is a memory of the time they spent together as clay and potter, being made into something...else.

You would like each pot to know its value.  From the least, little jar that cracked in the fire of the kiln, to the greatest fountain that holds precious water for those in the dessert, they all hold the secret, and you want them to know it.  You want them to REMEMBER it, and hold it dear.

So you climb onto the wheel, and allow yourself to become surrounded with clay and spun into a pot yourself...