It started as one of the worst weeks ever. My car had been hiccuping for a few weeks and then the dreaded check engine light came on. There was really nothing else to do except take it in to the mechanic.
Monday afternoon the mechanic shared the first inkling of truly bad news. He thought there was a problem with my transmission, but he wanted to have his transmission guy take a look at the next day.
Tuesday turned the drizzle into a storm. My car needed its transmission rebuilt. It would take a few days and just a little bit of money. I could already hear my bank account groaning at what was "a little bit of money."
Wednesday I hitched a ride to the studio from a friend who works nearby. She starts work earlier than the studio opens, so I decided to treat myself to a leisurely breakfast. As I was walking from the restaurant to the studio, I noticed something I had never really noticed before an old church down the street.
Now I've seen stained glass windows before, but this was the first time I'd thought about the concept in relation to my art work. These windows had just been a wonderful piece of art among many works of art in a particular church. Certainly senses dazzling when the sun hits, but simply another part of the church going experience.