I met Clay when I was in high school; it was love at first touch. But then, life got in the way and we were separated. Through the years, I would search out pieces of finished “clay” but it wasn’t the same as manipulating Clay with my own hands. Many years later, when personal demands were less and I needed a distraction from work, I saw a sign, “Pottery Lessons.” I remembered Clay and how he felt in my hands. Could it possibly be?? And it was! And the passion was still there! Now we are a three-some, most of the time: Clay, the wheel and me. Oh, it’s not always perfect but we are learning to ‘give’ to each other and are growing in the process. I just cannot imagine life without Clay!
Jody Hartley is a retired hospice nurse and now divides her time between pottery and adventures with grandkids. Her relationship with Clay continues to evolve.
