In her lovely book on creativity, potter Frances Palmer writes: “One of the first rules I learned about making pots is that clay has a memory: When you throw a pot, the shape that is created at the beginning is the shape that the clay will move toward as it dries.” I have to say that at 37, after decades of writing daily, I returned from this passage to my computer with a radically new perspective on language. Words, too, have a memory. They have multiple, in fact: they have a social memory, a historical memory, and of course a deeply and idiosyncratically personal one. What I mean is that there are words too freighted with social baggage to use right now without inviting (deserved) backlash. There are also words that have fallen out of favor, or that have faded into obsolescence, or that have collected new and different meanings across the march of time. And there are words to which we pin peculiar meaning: in an exchange about my recently deceased colleague, someone said: “He was the only person I’ve ever heard use the word ‘disambiguate.’ And I’ve used it ever since.” I couldn’t recall Nate using the word, but I don’t think I’ll ever look on it the same way. That now belongs to him. Encountering it in a bland article, I will feel the tug of grief.
But there is a more abstract sense in which “clay has a memory.” Sometimes I sit down at my desk with nothing more than a word vibrating in my mind, as though a divining rod. I will spin an entire essay around that one word, or one metaphor, and it is as though the word itself contains a universe. As a specific example, a few weeks ago, I had the phrase: “my focus rolled away from me like yarn” reverberating through my afternoon. I could not deposit it anywhere. It was at once an accurate representation of the way I’d felt a few nights prior, beleaguered by motherly anxieties assiduously interrupting my sleep, and at once a nothing-at-all. I didn’t know where it belonged, or why it clung to me like pollen. But I put it down on paper and the rest of the essay grew around it, like a secret garden unfolding in time-lapse fashion: branches extending, vines encircling, thickets doubling in density. The result was a musing on love and letting go.
It sounds preposterous: this blood-letting borne of an innocuous gif of a skein rolling out of reach. But writing is magic in that way, beholden to its own fugitive rhythms and inspirations. And so when Palmer writes that “clay has a memory,” I think of the material in my own hands, the way I am as much a conduit of words as I am a thrower.
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+Thanks to Mackenzie for discovering these adorable and reasonably priced swim trunks for boys — the patterns are fantastic! More swim for littles here, and vacation gear for littles (including beach toys!) here.
+These shrunken tees have been very popular with Magpies the last week! Inexpensive and come in tons of great colors.
+LOVE this new stationery set from one of my favorite Etsy paper vendors, Cara P. My other favorite: Erin Wallace, who just listed the exact invitation she dreamed up for me for Hill’s third birthday in her Etsy boutique.
+These white jeans keep selling out!
+Nicola Bathie just launched some fun new statement rings. Love this daisy style.
+Minnow recently launched a new set of travel bags / backpacks / etc. Adorable for summer trips!
+Love this simple and sophisticated black dress.
+Re-sharing this personalized tee that you all loved earlier this year in case any of you are Disney-bound!
+One baby gear regret: I thoroughly researched EVERYTHING and have very few regrets on gear, but I wish I’d bought a Stokke Tripp Trapp high chair. The one we had (Phil and Ted) was serviceable and easy to clean, but I love the look and philosophy of the Stokke.
+Speaking of baby gear: how stunning is this play mat?