Obstreperous to Traditions of Workin’ Wood
....it is in the course of my daily meds,
those inner pictures of imagination’s roaring meditation,
that i am lost within the stillness of your soul,
where finding the spirit in the tree speaks much of who i am….
—-tread lightly upon the heart of those who have no-taste,
for poetic ‘verbal flowers’ that bring forth fruits of pleasure,
in the hands of prophetic prophets drinking from wells of inspiration,
giving moments of rhapsodies uttering visual verbal picture flings….
—-who can tell when the next one coming along this showcase of wood,
will be put off to draw from within the soul of wood,
and by the ‘wood art’ that likens itself to not an-other,
will come the revealing of a new master on the horizon of scenes….
—-dwell not in your work by looking back at what other’s have done,
and take no-satisfaction from following in an-other’s footsteps,
strike out on your own and be free to muddy the water where other’s have gone,
for in the passing of time all still water re-turns to it’s own brackish nature….
....i am one who has given my hands to working at wood,
and in the art-full slaying of dragons of past,
my hands work with my words to bring forth one of a kind,
till now i wear gladly the mantel of being obstreperous to traditions of workin’ wood….
—by flp and taken from ”A Woodworking Story of all that I Am”
And one day I heard a voice come singing my way; “the oral traditions passed on from those who have rooted in past, are often only excuses for believing in behaving as having no-imagination”, such is the habit of those who having no-original thought, seek to limit by their words, the freedom of expression that comes from playing in the fields of the gods as one of elohim’s own….and after this I awoke from my dream and said; ”here am I, send me….
....I will let this one speak for self….
“I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.” ~Henry David Thoreau
“I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do. They go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!” ~John Muir
“The oaks and the pines, and their brethren of the wood, have seen so many suns rise and set, so many seasons come and go, and so many generations pass into silence, that we may well wonder what “the story of the trees” would be to us if they had tongues to tell it, or we ears fine enough to understand.” ~Author Unknown, quoted in Quotations for Special Occasions by Maud van Buren, 1938
All quotations taken from: The Quote Garden
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/