It happened when I was shaping a ball of clay into a prayer bowl. Rev. Pamela Nowell, potter and artist extraordinaire, came to the seminary classes to teach us how to make these sacred bowls. And, we were blessed.
As I began to work with my ball of clay, I first noticed my mind wanting a full accounting of just how I was doing with this new experience. Thank you, mind, for sharing. Now, kindly go sit. A short time passed and then a subtle shift. I found myself, softly, watching the bowl take form, coming alive, in response to my probing fingers and turning palms. More time passed and, then, at some point, time, like me, stood still. I began to sense a kind of silent whispering as the bowl now seemed to be guiding me, letting me know with each stroke exactly what it needed to bring itself to life. No, more than that, to become the purest expression of what it already knew itself to be.
Soon, in a moment I couldn’t predict, the bowl was done. Complete. I tenderly placed it in the box along side the others. Standing back, I noticed it didn’t look particularly special in relation to the other bowls nor did it appear any more, or less, perfect. Instead, it felt to me, simply, supremely content…to just be.
And, my heart bowed.
Later I thought how each of us is like those bowls. If the bowls can know what they may be, why can’t we? After all, just like me with the ball of clay, we too have a Potter. And, perhaps, just perhaps, our Beloved Potter, who created us and planted within us the seed, that yearning impulse of what we may be, is holding us waiting patiently for us to move, ever so slightly toward that very impulse, to then respond, shaping us toward the full expression of our destiny, what we already know ourselves to be.
And, perhaps in those moments, all creation bows in joy.
Praying as One.
4 responses to “A Bowl and a Prayer”
Thank you for sharing the poetry of your heart and soul. I have never read a lovelier or truer prayer to the Beloved Potter, who sent us a blessing when he created you. Rev. Nancy in Austin
Thank you so very much for your kind words my dear friend. Many of you will remember my speaking of Nancy many times as my mentor when I was in seminary!
Love your words. I remember with much gratitude the time spent with you…so many years ago…would love to reconnect! Mary Holt
How wonderful to hear from you! And, I would love to reconnect as well! Looking forward…