The otter and the stone
A heart. Maybe coral. Something that breathes.
Sea otters carry their favorite rocks around with them.
They do this mostly because of sentimental value. Often these rocks double as useful tools for them. They like to show their rocks to those who are curious, to see each other’s rocks.
It has me thinking about what we carry with us as comfort.
Life can be so unbelievably hard sometimes.
The other day when I felt particularly stressed, I started folding the paper I had in my hands, as a kind of origami. Noticing that I wasn’t going to get good work work done that day, two minutes later I booked myself in at a ceramics workshop with unlimited clay for that evening.
Mud is how you sculpt your own rocks, right?
So I ended up getting in the zone for four hours and constructing this. I haven’t been that singularly focused on something and so completely immersed like that in a long while.
The clay has sand in it so it’s extra sturdy. It smells like salt. Like the sea. In the best way.
I think it might be a heart. Maybe coral. Something that breathes.
Whatever it is, it’s comforting.
It was my rock for that day.
Show me, tell me about yours?
x
Jenna
