When I describe to non woodfirers that we have a week of cooling between the firing and the unloading I am often asked, how do I cope. The assumption is that we can't wait to open the kiln, but in truth I am pooped and the week of cooling and time away from pots and kiln is healthy for me. I sleep in, perhaps watch some movies or TV shows. This year I have been weeding. I have made sure I go to yoga. Today we went into DC for a hit of urban life. We saw Ursula von Rydingsvard's exhibit at the National Museum of Women in the Arts. Her work filled my imagination with form, material, texture, poetry and a sense of intuition. The title of the show "The Contour of Feeling" reminded me of the impossibility of trying to describe the inside of a vase. We arrived home to our green world of Warrenton as the last of the light drained from the sky, full of Burmese dinner flavors, memories of conversation with a good friend, and all the sights and sounds of changing neighborhoods in our nation's capital.
"We don't know the contour of feeling we only know what molds it."
-- Rainer Maria Rilke
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