{Moss Legacy} Chapter 7 | Brydie
I was left way more shaken than I expected. No amount of sleep would rid me of feeling violated, lonely but unsure I was alone and constantly anxious.
One afternoon, Tad came by to check in while I was at my wheel. Hands covered in clay, creation at my finger tips and the most calm I had felt in, what felt like, ages.
After watching me for a moment, he gently offered, “You know, I think my wife would like to learn to do that. Maybe you should start offering lessons?”
I laughed, unsure I was cut out for something like that. Especially, at this time when I was feeling raw, vulnerable and questioning every decision I’d ever made for myself.
Yet, the hum of the wheel, the feel of the clay and the thrill of finishing a project was all that was keeping me grounded and so a seed had been planted.
It kept creeping into my thoughts. I started wondering if I could make it work. If it might be just what I need.
Still nervous, I wrote out a single flyer and left it on the noticeboard at the store when I found the energy and nerve to venture out. If it’s meant to be, someone will call I told myself wholly believing my poster would end up with timeworn darkened edges, hidden amongst the for sales, Wanted! and announcements of yoga days and dance nights.
The very next morning, I got a call. I held my phone blankly in my hand, as if I’d never answered one in my life. To be fair, since leaving the house I grew up in I hadn’t had a single call, so I was out of practice.
Swiping, I answered, “Hello? Brydie speaking?” it came out more like a squeaky question than anything professional. “Ah! Yes, Brydie. Good, good. This is Geoffrey Landgraab,” a curt voice greeted me. “I am looking to learn pottery in order to make my wife an anniversary gift. What else can you get a woman who has everything?”
With that, I booked my first lesson. Of course, he needed to start ASAP because he had left it all to the last minute, so I had less than 12 hours to get my head around the reality and plan what and how I would approach this new development.
Sleep was illusive for another night, but this time there was a buzz of excitement and a building aura of hopefulness. I wasn’t tossing and turning in fear and anxiety. I didn’t have time to feel the depths of my loneliness.
As the sun crept over the horizon, I got up to make coffee and sit on my front porch, listening as the birds came alive with their songs and twitterings. Finally, I felt myself shifting back into my body, and remembering why I was here.
To live this simple, nature and joy driven life.
The lesson went surprisingly fast, Geoffrey, while not being entirely personable was an attentive student. He was able to follow my instructions but not tap into his creativity and, in the end demanded to buy a piece I had created.
“Thank you for your time. I won’t be needing another session.” He began as he left, my heart dropped. I had kind of come to like the idea. “However, I will recommend your services.” With that he was gone.
I got the impression that was a very kind offer on his part and felt the relief that I must have done an alright job.
Until next time,
dag dag x
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