....out in the outbacks of waundering o’er hill and dale,
through forest woods of glee-full smells,
i went past a place of timely shuttered veil,
till my first thought was to cast open and lighten this place of experienced abundant wells….
—-”i am the gripper of all you’ll ever get from me”,
said this one who veiled their shuttered expressions in claustrophobic pieces of timber,
and with that remark the ‘gripper’ closed the door of woodmansee,
gaged a laugh in my direction as i sat noting the tomb of tone at sound timbre….
....and so for all who write in those cellular grains of wood,
the art-full expressions of many sided sounding expressions,
close not your mind to the open exploration of new soundings of vibrant good,
before the ‘gripper’ comes and locks you in the cell of ‘gripper impressions’….
I posted some pictures yesterday of a place I call “Secret Garden”, which is about 30 minutes out from me on my atv and then there’s the climb to the top….an hour if I’m walking in to stay for an over-nighter. When walking in to stay, I keep this spot as a ‘no live fire’ campsite and in up-coming pictures you will see why I choose to keep that as the spirit of the place.
There are not many who come this way to this place, and when up here on Sunday I saw no sign of human presence, actually I found this place some eighteen years ago and there never is sign. Back around 1991, I did spot sign of a hunter having been here, but since then….like I said not many come and if they do, well likewise they also leave no sign. This is not a hard place to get too, it’s just that not many get out or have time any more, since the cares of this life and all the other pickpockets of our time, are always hanging around to say….”come follow me.” And yes, I know that there are those who will say, you don’t understand…..”I don’t have the time….!” But you must first understand that it is you that does not understand, we all have the same amount of hours in the day and week…..24/7, and what we do with that time is what makes us or breaks us. I used to see time as some usurper, an enemy that was want on putting me in shackles, to do his/her bidding and so I fought ‘time’. Make no mistake now, what you fight will in the end overcome you and you will one day be old and fill forsaken by all the battles you have fought.
Since those days I have learned that time is a companion who walks with me and is most want on filling my expressions of the 7/24 with all that is ‘very good’. I have learned that since we all have the same amount of time, what I do ‘with time’ is up to me and the priorities of what I want and who I am. So no-more fighting time, I use time as a helper and motivator to achieve whatever my heart can dream….wellllllllll, moving on.
Very few are the ones I have told of where this spot is at and even those I told, never made it here. This used to bother me as to why, but to tell you the truth, now I’m glad since the place of secret garden is to my eyes a place of un-spoiled beauty.
....and so this is from where I stand, as near the top….and I will be posting more of what’s on top in the coming blog stories….
—-taken from: ”A Reverence For Wood”
“In 1765 everything a man owned was made more valuable by the fact that he made it himself or knew exactly from where it had come. This is not so remarkable as it sounds; it is less strange that the eighteenth-century man should have a richer and keener enjoyment of life through knowledge that the twentieth-century man should lead an arid and empty existance in the midst of wealth and extraordinary material benefits.
The century of magnificent awareness preceding the Cival War was the age of wood. Wood was not accepted simply as the material for building a new nation—it was an inspiration. Gentle to the touch, exquisite to contemplate, tractable in creative hands, stronger by weight than iron, wood was as William Penn had said, ”a substance with a soul.” It spanned rivers for man, it built his home and heated it in the winter; man walked on wood, slept in it, sat on wooden chairs at wooden tables, drank and ate the fruits of trees from wooden cups and dishes. From cradle of wood to coffin of wood, the life of man was encircled by it.” —by Eric Sloane; “A Reverence For Wood” and chapter: “The Warehouse”
....and so I will post some pictures of wood….
....’dendrochronology’....the study of events as experienced in the age and growth rings of wood….’dendrochronologist’....one who counts those rings….
....and one more from up on top and out back of ‘secret garden’....
”....it was from my beginning that I wrote myself in, it was from before my beginning that I found myself as all-ready wrote within, and so this place i have with wood, is but the expression of one who has completed the beauties of ‘wood art’….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/