....and with all you’re getting, be sure and get contentment, for in contentment there is much use-full and grain-full gain….
—-contentment comes from knowing that in all things i am ably supplied from that which is found within me and therein i have a resource that come hell and high water, i will yet come out of this place where i am as the one that is called blest….” When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me:” —Job 29:11
And so as a worker of wood my need of contentment is not found in the tools that I surround my-self by, nor in the gain of much useful timber, and my contentment can surely never be found in how many barns I erect to hold the all of my produce.
So then where is contentment to be found in a simple but useful lesson in the shop of my woodworking day?
And so I went looking for contentment, and stopping the many who passed before my eyes I would ask; “are you content?” To which they said oh yes…., but….. and then they sought to entrench me in the object of their labors so that I might become content after their way. In this way I soon found myself working after their working, as they worked after the works of those who taught them how to work and every one was acting as full of contentment. This went on for what seemed to be ages of ages till one night I followed some of these contented beings home and noticed that that which appeared in the light of day was not what I now saw in the frame-work of night. The contentment they sold in the day spaces of crowded alleyways was now replaced before my eyes by the doubt of another night, and can be likened to that which one writer who faced this ‘lack of’ has called; ‘the dark night of the soul’.
Contentment has no shoulders to stand upon and comes from no pulpit as words for which to follow. Neither does contentment seek to make adherents after any law and knows nothing of getting more. Contentment is pleased when full and satisfied when empty, knows how to behave when clothed in the garments of praise and rises to the height of full stature even when viewed by what others would call nakedness of favor.
And so as I thought on these things, once again I returned to my piece of wood that was sitting on my workbench, and placing one hand on the wood and taking my pull saw firmly in the grip of my other hand, I once again pulled that short stroke that started the cut in the piece of wood. Thinking on these things I am once again lost and yet I am found within the contentment of this my moment now....
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/