Laura Smith Writer

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  • Lessons From the Wheel Part 2: Centering

    Have we skipped a step, gathering clay perhaps, and preparing it to make a vessel? Is that what the Creator does when we are born? Free will is then given to us and we are then in turn responsible for our own lives. Nevertheless, centering is hard, both on the wheel and off. The clay…

  • I Am

    Today I felt the fear infiltrating as I rifled through my change jar for gas money. I found seven dollars in quarters, landed at pump seven and the fear dissipated. Intellectually I know that my god carries me through day by day. But sometimes, or maybe often, the fear just seeps back in. I am…

  • Life Lessons from the Wheel: Part 1

    I have been taking a pottery class this past month, learning how to use the wheel to create different vessels. Many of the steps involved in the creating of one of these vessels (aka crooked cups or bowls) remind me of the lessons I have been learning lately in this class called Living 101. Clay…

  • Crash

    On Wednesday my computer crashed, and my files, my writing, my photographs and music all went with it. I didn’t handle the situation with grace. My initial reaction was to give up everything, my last year of school, my writing, and apply at McDonalds. When that didn’t appeal my second reaction was to break up…

  • The Right to be Right

    What is self-righteousness? I know the answer, I just don’t want to admit that I indulge in it at times, or maybe frequently. Is it a human need to be right, to have the upper hand, or maybe to feel a tiny bit superior to his fellow man? I fooled around with the word “right”…

  • The Prayer of Saint Francis

    Twenty minutes ago I was composing a post on responsibility. When is a person responsible for actions done to them? As I was writing blogger decided to erase, and I got the hint. I am not ready to give my opinion on a topic I clearly haven’t a clue about. Yes, I took responsibility for…

  • Woman Cleans House: Country amazed

    House Cleaning. Not my favorite way to pass the day, but I got to a point the other morning where I felt my life was truly unmanageable. Boxes were so precariously stacked in my storage area, a staircase leading to my neighbor’s apartment, that when the cat jumped upon the leaning tower of boxes, all…

  • Instrument of Thy Peace

    The Saint Francis prayer, a favorite of mine, begins: “Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.” For many years now, whenever I have heard the word instrument, I have thought of technical instruments, such as a compass or navigational equipment. The other day, someone spoke of an instrument as a musical instrument. I love…