my happy mug

as i poured another cup of hot, raspberry tea leaf tea (come out now, baby!) i thought about my 'happy mug'. my ever-present, in-all-of-my-jewelry-listings mug. my beautiful cup, with a chip from being knocked onto a dining room chair by chubby, little hands. now with a crack that runs up the inside of it, rendering it useless for liquids. i remember the heartbreaking look on my son's face when he realized what had happened. i remember the letdown i felt, when i saw the little crack and chip. the first thought being to toss it out, it was after all useless now. and then i wondered if maybe a re-purposing would be better. not a total loss, but a change. this lump of clay was created to hold hot chocolate on cold nights, steaming tea for the sickies and on occasion water when the dishes hadn't been done the night before. what good would come from it now? could it have been created to do more then the expected? did the potter look at his molded, painted, glazed, finished product and see the potential? beyond a simple cup?

i like to think that like my 'happy mug', with the ever changing world, my life has more purposes. more then i can know, but what the Potter knew. potential. beyond what is seen. beyond my simple humanity. beyond me.