This all happened because I take a mug to the Jesuit center in Wernersville...
A friend, who is a friend because I blogged about that mug, told me she had a commission in mind. As my retreat neared it seemed to be the perfect time and place to draw the design. Digital photos were sent my way. I was taken by the wood, the iron tea pot, the fire. I took those images in my mind and went to Wernersville. And picked up a pencil and erasure.
I didn't want the tea pot to be shaped like a pot. I didn't want it to be black. I thought of Youghiogheny and drew flames. I imagined the earthtones of the lizard as wood. I thought of a piece of unused glass and imagined steam.
and when I came home I cut the wood, the steam, the flames. Then I searched for the iron. Apparently I found it.
My friend traveled to Japan with the finished piece and handed it to the owner of the tea pot, Nakamura-san. I am told that he held it and gazed into it. Quickly he recognized it as stained glass. Then he smiled when he saw his tea pot and took the group into his kitchen. There are days I feel so blessed that I spend time in a place where what happens does not stay there, but travels with you when you leave.