I was walking through a forest on my way somewhere. At the time I had the feeling the trip was important and I had to get there without wasting any time. I'd been walking on the path for what seemed like a very long time. I was getting very tired and thought I wasn't making enough progress. I came to a small clearing in the forest and there was a tunnel. For some reason I thought the tunnel might be a short cut. I decided to take the short cut instead of the path through the forest. I started through the tunnel and walked and walked. I didn't seem to be getting to where I wanted to go any faster through the tunnel. After a long, long time, I thought I might have made the wrong choice. I decided to walk back to the beginning of the tunnel and take the path through the forest. I walked and walked back and back, retracing my steps. I walked much further back through the tunnel than I'd come and eventually I realized I'd never get back to the beginning of the tunnel.
While I was laid up with my back I mulled over quite a few ideas about future clay work I plan to do. So onward and upward, backwards some of the time and yet, there is always forward movement, even if not apparent at the time. Ideas for the future keep me going and motivated. (Images borrowed from the net for illustrative purposes). Thanks for reading and for all your comments.