I like wood because you can put stuff in it. I don’t mean you can make a box and fill it with things. That’s not the kind of stuff I’m talking about. I mean the sort of stuff that makes us willing to change the worst baby diaper or ride your bike 50 miles a day out in the cold to train for a race. The stuff that makes you satisfied and at peace when you come home after a hard day’s work. Even though your body aches, your heart is well and warm. It’s more than gratitude, more than joy, maybe it has something to do with love, who knows. (too continue go to http://roguefineliving.com/2011/01/10/why-wood/?preview=true&preview_id=168&preview_nonce=c6d4345973)
-- Rogue

















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