Watching the moon rise a few days ago, was one event that will last with me forever. My studio is on the third and top floor of one the tallest building in the whole Industrial corridor from Lake Michigan to the Western horizon.. and large windows to enjoy both views. So while working on my latest project, I looked around 7pm and found the largest full moon I have seen in a long time, but I was casting shadows from the West… turning was the most amazing sunsets I have seen in a while. I couldn’t work anymore… got a Cider from the fridge, sat on the workbench and turned my head back and forth for the next 15 minutes, as the Sun rays dissipated, and the clouds started to cover the full moon. I was at peace inside my own world of tools, and saw dust, working on another piece that I love, will find hard to give to the client.. and then get paid far less than I should because I can’t stop making any given project more elaborate… more perfect… more awesome… more away from what the client originally asked for, but they never complain. And I never raise the price, though I most certainly should.
I worry about the world a lot. Worry about the anger, the sadness, the fear. I worry about the oceans, the skies above, the future of my friends children. I care about people, and want everyone to have a place like in which I have mine. A place where the rules are governed by honest skill and knowledge… self reliance. A blade can only cut as sharp as it is hone. But yet all is balanced in here with pure passion and the desire to create something wonderful and meaningful. So in my shop, I have my safe world, but I am lucky. I have earned all I have, always willing to search out, work hard, and sacrifice for the better, but I am still lucky. Oh yeah…I could have more, better tools, lots more money. BUT at that moment, sitting on my bench, it was success, it was joy, and it was the reason I love my job… love woodworking. I want others to get something that makes their life that much better. I want to make this world a better place, if only by carving a stick. All of you do the same.. no mater how humble, so thank you.
So Happy Autumn… and may the storms bring you all more lumber.
-- " 'Truth' is like a beautiful flower, unique to each plant and to the season it blossoms ... 'Fact' is the root and leaf, allowing the plant grow and bloom again."