“It is difficult to understand and love creation. We seek therefore to be modest and patient with ourselves as with others. We do not shake our fist at an infant learning to walk, and shout, ‘What, not walking yet? Must be some kind of dumbbell!’ We know how long it takes to be born, to stand upright, and to walk; how steady on our legs we may become, we may yet slip and fall. We may hurt ourselves, and if we are lucky, someone will help us to our feet and comfort our pain and embarrassment. Hope is physical in people’s faces, and works its stress through the resistant membranes to expression.”
~o~ M. C. Richards ~o~
CENTERING: In Pottery, Poetry, and the Person
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