”Blessings of Beauty”
....the perception of beauty is but the rendition of my artistic landscape in harmony with the universe….
To find me this morning and look in to where I am sitting, would be to see one who is unable to tear ones-self away from the view that I find myself in as I look outside. And then there are the thoughts that are landsliding down the scope of this mountain where I am actively trying to maintain a sense of equilibrium before being shipped off to the many avenues of my daily workspace.
Looking out my office window I am drawn to the sight before me off an old elder maple that stands beckoning to any that would look his way. And from this picture, my mind drifts back years ago to when we used to tap his trunk, for the sap blood that flowed so freely in the time of yore when forty gallons made one gallon of beloved pure maple syrup. Yes, give or take some, the ratio is still around 32-40:1 and after what the work is done, then comes the taste of heavens brew. So do I or do I not go for the beauty of that golden syrup this year? And then I also think of those twenty four to forty eight hours of working the sap house as we boil down….
Also looking out, I’m reminded that this summer there are rock walls that are in need of repair and so while thinking on this thought, I am even more rock bound to the ease of this chair in which I sit.
And now since I’ve thought of being rock bound to an easy chair, my mind drifts ahead to rock maple and how one such as this, is a rock maple that is just waiting to be slab cut for some table tops of live edge rustic table top design.
That’s it, now see what I’ve went and done, my minds went and taken flight and though my butts connected in this office space, my minds taken off as outta-space….I should know by now that daydreaming has no-place in my daily work-space. Live edge rustic table top design and I am living live edge on this thing called edge of my pants and flying by seat of my pants as I go and make my way!
And then just as all things come full circle in this thing called life, I am drawn back to my chair as I look to the top of that old elder maple out there and wonder, where is the raven this morning that usually sits so majestically on top, as a king at peace looking out over his kingdom….
And yes, once again I have made another list to keep track of my goings and comings, while the raven watches and muses to himself; “there goes an-other of one of those beings all set upon himself, I wonder when he will come and join me and realize that all is his, so that he can take for himself and give the blessings of beauty, to have their way….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/