I was lucky to find clay in high school (hooray for art in public schools!) and kept coming back to it through the years via community art centers.  I am grateful for spaces of learning and creating - most recently, alongside artists at Ruri's FuuKooGama, Pleasant Hill Pottery, Sitka Center for Art and Ecology and the Lincoln City Cultural Center Clay Studio.

There is much to love about working in clay.
The feel and sounds of clay in hands...  Squish. Smoosh. Smooth. Squelch. Splat.  Oops.  Scrape.
The beauty of lines and shapes... Light glowing through porcelain. Drips and movement of glazes. Flowers flowing from vases. 
The wonder  of transformation... Mud becomes a vessel. Wood turns to ash glaze. Intention takes form.