Afghanistan and the quest for beauty: a tale of pottery, or sort of

I was thinking what it would be like to have someone -- a stranger -- walk into your pottery studio in Afghanistan, when you were just about to leave.

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And to have this person, a woman, a foreigner, admire your work. The lines, the forms, the grace.

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And to then -- even though you are late -- decide to reach for your clay.  

And change it.

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And at your potter's wheel...  

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quickly, so quickly....

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have the clay grow

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until it is something else.

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under your fingertips.

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I wonder if you knew your power.  Your gift. 

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Because despite the chaos outside.  Outside those doors.  Outside in those Kabul streets.  Outside in those big buildings where people made decisions, or tried to, or pretended to, that affected other people.  Hundreds of people, thousands of people, millions of people.

Despite all that, I wonder if you knew that your clean slice....

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would be remembered.  

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Beauty and kindness and generousity have always been  -- and will always be -- a form of salvation.

PS Sculptor Caroline Douglas and her master students are at Peacock Pavilions. Making, sharing, giving.  This blog post is for her, and for them.

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