Unfinished business is an anchor which weighs one's spirit down.
Some things are out of individual control- standard fuchsias are not in season, so that will have to wait.
But this window. The one I designed in a past century. There is no good excuse that it isn't finished.
The custom design for my shed's transom is my celebration of the happiness I feel from nature's abundance.
A thousand reasons have stood in the way of it being finished. But the truth of it is they were all excuses. Obstacles I only needed to leap over to move closer to enjoying the beauty of sunlight streaming through hand-selected glass.
With the baseball playoffs in the background, I now listen to the sound of the wheel glass cutter zinging through jewel tone bits of glass like a ball slicing through the air. Rough cut, the glass edges are ground smooth, then wrapped in foil before carefully sealing sections solid with molten solder.
The work is painstaking. My fingers are as sore as my eyes are crossed. But my soul is refreshed. As the image comes alive- I am pregnant with joy that this creation will be born. Soon.