"Hobbit Holes in MyWorld" --by RusticWoodArt #67: Turning A Page In Life

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Turning A Page In Life….

….can we define the moment that wood took hold,
can i fathom the canker i have be-come within my woods,
who can understand that time when light exposed pine,
and color bore witness to the heavens under which we lived….

….i have walked in silence before the trees of these woods,
where i shunned the teachings that came from noisy man,
after all what is man but a creature of manifold knottiness,
sent on his ways by the opinions he ply’s daily in secret temples….

….yes i even now re-member those temples in which i toiled,
where night and day i was soiled by having to please the lords,
concrete-asphalt-plastic-steel-all straight from depths of hell,
till one day i saw my chance to break out of their guarded box….

….i ran from the city being grate-full to escape their watch-dogs,
and so i stumbled into the hands of the far north wood’s kingdom,
un-sure of the way that was laid be-fore me i came giving thanks,
for-getting those things i left behind likened after an empty shell….

….what i carried within me were words written long ago before the ages,
words that the sages of yesterday spoke often but now lay for-gotten,
those words were but my sense of timing in that i had aged beyond,
and so out here in my woods i awakened to the singing of the trees….

….if one wishes to hear the wisdom found in the forest of woods,
then listen for the singing found where two trees rub each other,
like when the wind is caressing two tall pines to bring their color out,
and yet there is sadness from in knowing the price that was paid….

….when i talk of singing the songs out in these woods of wood tales,
then comes the stories that i gather from walking to and fro the land,
and then the questions i have to ask and ponder are answered in time,
can a man really live with-out a song or a story that makes up his life…. thing i know is that fermented and stagnant tales just won’t do here,
one must rise each and every day and greet the day as if it be the only one,
when my hands start working the wood more and more i can value the meanin’,
meanings at times like these get all gummed and sapped up till i move on….

….in times as these i have learned that life is like one who is planning on wood,
where-as i used to go about my planning by working on the ‘push’ stroke,
i have now come to find that all my labors are much better when I use the ‘pull’,
shavings now come across as more of a re-fined character in the wood i free….

….and as i walk these ways that keep me in tune with the heart of wood and trees,
i can hear the great spirit of the woods singing and calling me to come and feast,
for there is feast for all those who can come and listen in silence to take back home,
while back home in the freedom of my workshop i can once again sing a new song….

….i have sang the songs where my imagination turned loose the actions of inspiration,
but never have i had to fight a dis-ease of hepatikos re-membered such as faces me now,
in times such as these the dark clouds overshadow my days and the demons watch,
my hands are often silent and i feel as though i am losing my way in this great forest….

….some come-some go-some appear-some disappear but i feel as though nonextant,
too many things in my life right now and so I turn to my friends the trees who give hope,
all i once held in esteem has since been removed and yes the lessons i now am learning,
what matters most in life is not the battles i have won but more so the kindness i give….

....even now beyond the pieces of wood art i sell i have started giving away my treasures,
recently here i have deleted all my wood projects since why hold onto what is in my past,
if i can-not create new of wood art then i shall be most happy in being free of all things,
i am finding that my heart can stop clinging for more till now i learn to empathize life….

….some-times in life one needs to stop and turn the page to start a-new writing their stories,
stories and songs of the wood can be into new areas that give character and meanings,
by giving away all these old tales i am found naked till i go out and clothe my-self again,
but there again is the lie since who told i that he was naked but the feelings of dis-ease….

….i came here to earth by a birth naked-naked i shall re-turn to my place of before birth,
all my things i have gathered here i shall leave behind just as this dis-ease that stalks me,
yes i shall still fight yet into the eyes of death that have no-power except the lie of self,
the lie of self is the power of the illusion that i had a right to clothe my-self with things….

….hope that i am not loosing any-one here but again i must take the time and turn a page,
one can loose all things in life but let no-one come and take your songs and many stories,
my songs give me a link with these woods and with the trees that whisper my name calling,
i can give all i can to full-fill the needs of other’s but that which i need is a cure beyond….

….turn the page and go deep within the confines of what only you can see as emptiness,
there one will find a way in their dark night of soul that can be the turning point in going on,
i still work the wood and more often than naught i now find that the wood is workin’ my way,
this way of wood is one that i re-member as having chosen from before beginnings of time….

—by flp


Thank you.

”….work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....”

-- --frank, NH,

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#1 posted 03-04-2010 12:38 PM

Beautiful thoughts and words, Frank. Thank You!

-- Mike in Concord, NH---Unpleasant tasks are simply worthy challenges to improve skills.

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#2 posted 03-04-2010 03:41 PM

I sensed this in your last post but was hoping beyond hope that I had misinterpreted your thoughts. My prayers are that your health recovers and you have countless more opportunities to work the wood.
GODSPEED to you, my friend,


-- Lew- Time traveler. Purveyor of the Universe's finest custom rolling pins.

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#3 posted 03-04-2010 03:46 PM

Frank: I’m sorry to read of your health problems. I pray to our Lord Jesus Christ for a miraculous healing for you problems. My prayers are with you Brother, Come back as you are able.

-- I've been blessed with a father who liked to tinker in wood, and a wife who lets me tinker in wood. Southern Delaware soon moving to Virginia †

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#4 posted 03-04-2010 04:51 PM

With tears bleary in my eyes I write these words to you. You know I’ve known of your sickness for a long time without you ever telling me, or anyone. I sensed it in your words and absence. I wrote to you offering my prayers of hope and love, and I respected your silence until your last letter you wrote. I kept my silence after that. You have always inspired me with your words because we shared a kinship of the quiteness and beauty of the outdoors. You helped me see beyond even that, the spiritual aspect of that beauty. May it sustain and hold you in this time of need. May God cure you of suffering and whisper gently in your ear that many friends are praying for and with you for your health and wellbeing. You are never alone my friend, My Phone # is 517-927-1378 and you can call me collect anytime. My email address is at the bottom of this post. God Bless and wrap you in his warmth. He is always there for comfort. Godspeed my Friend, Mike

-- (You just have to please the man in the Mirror) Mike from Michigan -

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#5 posted 03-04-2010 08:39 PM

Frank, thank you for sharing this post. I wish I could tell you what a profound influence you have been for me, personally, but words seem so insufficient. You certainly will be in my thoughts and prayers.

-- Challenges are what make life interesting; overcoming them is what makes life meaningful- Joshua Marine

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#6 posted 03-04-2010 09:19 PM

Thank you Frank. At the east window this eve will burn a candle and I will wear a quite, humbled smile as I reread your words…

-- Never board, always knotty, lots of growth rings

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#7 posted 03-05-2010 01:33 AM

Frank, as one who has followed you from my first visit but never revealed himself, in my heart of hearts, I weep. I wish you peace, and will look for you in the trees. ralph

-- RTB. stray animals are just looking for love

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#8 posted 03-05-2010 05:01 AM

Thanks for all your comments;
....and the power of your words each of you has put in!

Not much to say at this point, since at times I tend to be private hermit at rest with my-self. I’m really trying to not focus on my-self, since I’m still kickin’ in my boots and hoping//believing in my better days ahead. Still have a lot of stories to tell and more songs to sing as I continue to fight this dragon that has come into my land.

If at times I seem to be going all black, well that’s the ‘dark days’ that can come when-ever….and I will try to ride these out by my-self, but you need to know that this is where I am at during the moment….and sorry to say but sometimes my moments be-come days to weeks.

What I have learned is that many of us can have worse situations in life then where I am at….but then again I still curse this dragon that has invaded my woods. Also I might add that if any-one thinks that woodworking and my dis-ease don’t fit in here, then just kindly let me know and I will disappear back into the landscape of my woods.

I am still kickin’ and I’m not giving up….I will fight to win or loose and how can even that be since all ‘just is’. If any should want more information, you can all-ways email me at: ’ ’....

….there’s more on the picture then meets the eye… and it’s better to burn out then to fade away! NEIL YOUNG – Hey Hey My My Rotterdam 2009


-- --frank, NH,

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#9 posted 03-05-2010 03:32 PM


Neil Young and his family lived in a little town in Ontario. I was friends with his his older brother, Neil was the younger brother. Their father was an Author and published a couple of books, They would go to Florida in the wintertime and they would leave their dog at our house and I’d take care of him.

When they came back, the dog would be returned to their home, When Neil caught Polio, then the family moved to the USA. I was then given the dog. I’ve not seen any of them since. (Except the dog)

-- I've been blessed with a father who liked to tinker in wood, and a wife who lets me tinker in wood. Southern Delaware soon moving to Virginia †

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