John and all, this is so interesting! Not for the first time do I read a sentence like this: All I know is that when I touched clay in a ceramics 100 undergrad elective course in college....... I had found "home".
It happened to me too, at the "methusalemian" (I just invented this word!) age of 45. (John, I was an interior decorater and then a musician too..).
Maybe the clay is looking for us?!