The Quiet & the Potter who doesn't Pot. — Blog
The Quiet & the Potter who doesn't Pot.
I’ve been shouty all week.
Not necessarily in a verbal way. More energetically. I feel like I’ve been roaring.
That everything I’ve said and thought has been fierce.
I felt fierce all week. Loud. Bold. Aggravated. Big and ungainly.
Today I feel quiet. I feel the quiet now, around me. I can see the leaves and the trees blowing. But I can’t hear them. Everyone is out. The house is quiet. I’m quiet. Like the storm, that wasn’t a storm has passed. I don’t want to speak to anyone. I don’t want to make any noise. There’s just the odd,...