Kay

             A short time after the windows were finished, Kay Vinson, my faithful friend and companion who generously worked with me for many days during the summer months—and for years on other things—passed away.


The colors and shapes of the glass have echoes of her, and of our final days together.  They were good days.


Thank you, Kay.  I miss you.

Kay
Cleaning one of the sky panels

Beannacht (blessing)

On the day when

The weight deadens

On your shoulders

And you stumble,

May the clay dance

To balance you.

And when your eyes

Freeze behind

The grey window

And the ghost of loss

Gets in to you,

May a flock of colours,

Indigo, red, green,

And azure blue

Come to awaken in you

A meadow of delight….

            (John O’Donohue)