My Kiln Her Kiln

It's funny what the Universe brings your way when you

Ask, Believe..get out of the way

I've been searching for a fused glass artist

And just when I gave up finding one...

Well, I took her two day workshop and created these, remember?

We hit it off...she knows of a used kiln for sale

The hubs buys it for me and with it comes boxes of glass

she offers to teach me to use it

We played for a few hours last week and I made these

as I tried out the new-to-me kiln

When my Mama arrived for her long weekend stay I showed her

And she laughed..."NOW what are you trying"

"All of it Ma, as much as I can"

So she smirks and says "Did I tell you I used to fuse glass"

Now this may not seem like an odd comment

except that my Mama was born and raised in a tiny Mexican village

without electricity, plumbing, and looks alot like the Flintstones' village

She and her friend would search the village for broken shards of glass

They would gather straw and broken twigs and form a small mound

A layer of manure would cover the mound of straw and twigs

Being careful to leave a small opening near the bottom to expose the kindling

They would lay the glass onto the manure 

and cover the glass with more manure

until a rather large 3' pile lay before them

They would set fire to the kindling and let it burn through the night

In the morning they would search the ashes for the now fused shards of glass

~ ~ ~

These are the stories I enjoy most

Because whether she realizes it or not

I'm alot like her

The curiosity that keeps me seeking

and why she tells me to keep trying everything life has to offer

Found this quote in my email this morning...

"The more seeds you sow, the more plants we'll grow." ~The Universe