Jeremy McLeod on sat 11 may 02
Intense couple of daze (sic) here. Thursday night I learned that one of my
mentors in life and ministry was hospitalized and in critical condition.
Friday
morning I learned that Will had died and settled in for some heavy grieving.
This post isn't so much about the fact of the grief, but about how it's
different
this time.
In times past when grief is strong and I have the need to control
*something*
in a world that's so out of control, I'd end up having the cleanest kitchen
and
kitchen floor in what county in which I reside. Not this time.
Instinctively I headed up to the studio and started wrestling with 10-12
pound
chunks of clay working on thrown pots and slab-built pieces as well. At the
end of five or six hours I was worn out from the exertion and feeling
emotionally
centered as well. There's just something about wrestling 75# of clay in a
relatively short period of time that helps work through the "stuff" that
life
throws atcha.
No clean kitchen this time, but the beginnings of some interesting new
technical
breakthroughs with clay and some good grieving.
Not a bad day.
Jeremy McLeod
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