blue clay

In her novel "Blue Clay," Moudi Al-Maiman tells the story of doing what you love, of valuing your breath, and living a life for yourself, for your heart—not in perfection, in the absence of fear, in neutrality, but in adventure, perseverance, and overcoming imperfection. Her hands didn't befriend the clay simply because she loved making things, but because it gave her the ability to mix and reshape. What would happen if the clay crumbled or dried out? She would start with a new, smooth piece. What if the colors multiplied and mixed until everything in her hands became gray clay? Nothing. She would take new clay in the blue color she loved and experience other moments of creativity. The clay did not guide her to the appropriate specialization, but the color blue gently held her hands in the paths of life. It led her to the sky to pray, to the sea to complain, the envelope of Dalal’s first letter, and the drawing of the little horse and its locks of hair.. the drawing of Joseph.