….white oak bleeds moon red,
my heart bonds with your passion,
….our labors of love have an effect on the milieu of our be-ing, much to the atmosphere of integrity that we keep with others, that in turn will re-turn a blessing of our labors, over-flowing to those other’s in-circled around us.
What a wonder-full grouping of words expressed herein, that if one were to take and think upon and apply to the principles they keep with wood, (and yes, I know these principles can be applied in all the areas of ones life, but for this writing I will keep the story online as to working the wood) the joy of woodworking would increase beyond all expectations. Along with this; ‘beyond all expectations’ our works of ‘wood art’....there would also increase the future of how we and our acts of wood have grown over time.
By the time I was ancient and old, my hands had come full circle around these feelings that I’ve carried within my forest of illusion. My soul creates energy and how I manifest that energy in the process of working the wood, tells the story of my being here in this space of time. The expressions I write in wood are the stories I first learned around the camps and fires of the ‘Druids of eld’. These ancients awakened me to the remembering of my place of send off….before the foundations of the earth were laid.
....my apologies for missing last week’s Thursday haiku, but I was on the road traveling and then things got real busy.
’’....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....’‘
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/