I have fond memories of loosing myself at a potter’s wheel and this beautiful video takes me right back there. There is something so primal and wonderful about working the spinning clay with your fingers as it slowly dries out. Realizing that the clay needs you to be the one to transform it into something beautiful, and that I need the clay to respond to my touch and gesture.

We are the clay, and You our potter;
And all of us are the work of Your hand

Isaiah 64:8