I love this contemplation, Sarah. There is a duality that we all have. There is a self, an intangible. Then there is a clay that overs us, in some ways defines, becomes the means for those in the world to recognize us....but where is that boundary between body and self? At times, I find myself not so sure which is actually leading the other. Does the clay have a will of its own? And at times that clay can be, often is, something very extrinsic. It might be another person, or an evolving relationship. That clay can come in the form of a favorite piece of clothing, which at times is cherished beyond all that logic demands. It can be a possession, a favourite charm, a piece of jewelry, or a necessity like a helmet, a cast....This one's on my favourites list.
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I love this contemplation, Sarah. There is a duality that we all have. There is a self, an intangible. Then there is a clay that overs us, in some ways defines, becomes the means for those in the world to recognize us....but where is that boundary between body and self? At times, I find myself not so sure which is actually leading the other. Does the clay have a will of its own? And at times that clay can be, often is, something very extrinsic. It might be another person, or an evolving relationship. That clay can come in the form of a favorite piece of clothing, which at times is cherished beyond all that logic demands. It can be a possession, a favourite charm, a piece of jewelry, or a necessity like a helmet, a cast....This one's on my favourites list.