In emotion, I create. I have made fused glass hearts before and I honestly despised the process. This time, I was lead to cut equilateral triangles, cut off the edges, and use my saw to cut out the center triangle to finish the form. My grief attached the phrase “cutting pieces of my heart” to this action, and I meditated softly, dedicating a color to each person I missed, giving them my full attention as I cut pieces of my heart for them.