I make things out of clay. During the physical action of working the wet clay, moulding it into a form and then carving it as it hardens, something takes shape emerging from that which is held within me and then is held within the clay. These times of quiet creativity are not necessarily inherently prayerful but more spiritually contemplative. Carving away, I search for the form within the clay as it finds way from inside me, the form which is held within me but as yet I do not fully know it. Looking at the finished piece my question is not answered but I know it is important to keep on searching. One day I will know as I am known. I hope.