Pictured here is a banner a friend and I are making for our church’s 225th anniversary. All that blue will eventually be the sky. I almost always have a project in progress. More likely, I have several. I usually finish my crochet projects fairly quickly because I can stitch while I pretend to watch TV or really listen to music. Other artistic endeavors take longer. Some take a lot longer than they should, my hooked rug, for example. I started hooking (I love the double entendre. I actually do only the rug kind.) several years ago. I was moving right along when “the divorce” hit. After that I didn’t touch it for at least two years. Finally, last winter, I started to work on it again. I thought I would hook this summer but I think all that wool lint would stick to my skin and make me miserable. So I’m waiting for the heat and humidity to take a hike.
It occurs to me that we human beings are works in progress, too. And some of us take longer to become masterpieces than others. I think maybe I’m one of the slower ones. Several years before my marital problems accelerated toward divorce, I had begun thinking and working seriously on my spiritual life. I’ve wondered sometimes if my spiritual growth had something to do with our eventual separation. I guess I’ll never know the answer to that and I don’t need to know. I believe that spirituality is a very personal thing and no two people are on exactly the same path at the same time. It is comforting to me to know, though, that my “artist” has a hand on me and if I cooperate I’ll eventually be that work of art I’m supposed to be.