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Steady my hand at the wheel teetering a bit my toe and heel as the mound falls and holds it's place my hands and clay meet with grace water and earth and mind at play at peace and open my heart today. I lift and rise and relax into shape maybe tall or round or maybe mistake I breath and hold cool mud to create a pot full of energy for someone I'll make. this comfort this bond it's natural I'm told the excitement the passion may it never get old. From ground to hand and fire and glaze you move and grow and delight and amaze good for my soul this art I've found returning me to myself peaceful and sound. Pottery pottery clay and more clay Steady my hand at the wheel all day. Lee carter