Some days the silence feels like a gift I've purchased for myself. This morning I woke early, before the ceramics studio light crept in, and just... breathed. The clients who book me want performance, want energy, want motion. But here, in my kitchen with weak tea going cold, I'm absolutely still.
Last week I had a booking with this soft-spoken academic type. Not my usual. Usually I get sales guys, loud men who need something performative. But he was different. Wanted conversation more than anything. We talked about medieval pottery techniques while he held my hand. No aggression. Just curiosity.
I'm learning that gentleness isn't weakness. It's a kind of strength nobody talks about. My hands that shape clay can also be tender. My time that I sell can also be generously given.
The kettle's gone quiet now. Another small moment of peace before the day starts moving.