Written In and By Wood
....and so I capped the ending of last evening with a short walk in the woods, short walking is not like waundering and means I was only gone for about two hours, but then that also includes about an hour of just sitting in silence and hearing what the forest had to say. On the subject of ‘waundering’ let me just add, that all who waunder are not lost, but then some also ‘waunder’ as having slipped the veil….explanation, well maybe in an-other time and space.
I really do love the woods, and it is out in the woods that I most feel at home….where the chatter of life abounds and communicates that all is well. Starting out, I was soon drawn to passing by these newly out sprouts of fruited mouth watering raspberries, just waiting to be plucked as plump treasures….
....is it any wonder I was delayed in my walk, as I stopped to taste their juicy delights….
....next in order I stopped and gazed at this place of past, out then came the thought of words that was sent my way, is this the place of the dead or of the living….may we be the dead that are walking around and might not this be where death is cast off, as living spirits of men//women set free….
....windows of the soul are just places such as seen here where the spirit of one can climb out of leathered skin and take to the freedom of the air-ways….fresh air all-ways breathes a calling to a-rise….
....and then also this is a place where I first learned about ‘wood joinery’, why spend time reading books of other’s opinions, when all you will ever need is found in the tree….as written in and by wood….
”....my freshness of breathing in this my now, was a long time in coming, but then it also was just in the twinkling of my eye of i, as i carried my-self forth upon this cloud of the new day, where the joy of my giving is living as ‘wood art’….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/