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Studies indicate that the simple act of touching clay brings neurological and psychological benefits, reducing anxiety and boosting mood. Our mission is to provide a space for people to come together and enjoy the meditative experience clay can provide. We offer studio memberships, pottery classes, hand building classes, clay dates, kids classes, specialty workshops and more!
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We have a fantastic studio space in a residential area of South Minneapolis, easily accessible from Hwy 62 or 55.
Ample street parking, bike racks available.
Just a few blocks from the light rail
The Story Of The Cracked Pot
A water bearer had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For two years, this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water each day. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. ‘I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you.’
The bearer asked, ‘Why? What are you ashamed of?’
The pot replied, ‘For these past two years I am able to deliver only half of my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house. Because of my flaws, you don’t get full value for your efforts.’
The water bearer replied. ‘As we return home, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.’
As they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it somewhat. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, ‘Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path? I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my table. Without you being just the way you are, we would not have this beauty to grace our house.'”