Love of Wood
....and there was I, as where was I and what would I be, if it were not for wood….
There are those times when out walking in the woods, that I need to soar and so, as often what happens is, I will curl up at the base of an old pine tree, while releasing my imagination to take to flight. It is in these my moments of now, that by losing sight of where my feet have stood, I am lofted to the heights of an old pine tree, where I can give thanks for the largeness of a bigger view.
As I so often tell people, shoe-leather was created so that man could walk on earth and be forever bound by the ‘laces ’ they impose. Once I learned, that by un-tieing those knots and kicking free of shoe-leather, my spirit soared to heights un-limited.
In other words and by soundings of saying this, as a child I was the one who never could keep my crayon within those restraining lines that others sought to impose upon me. Now as an adult (how I hate that word) I am the one who has gone back to being ‘as a child’ where I now work with wood outside the box.
Thank you and have a very good day!!!
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/