Workers of Wood
I have a woodworking friend who once related to me this story and though I am taking no sides…. as there is no right or wrong, I think this story says a lot. After telling me the story, we both were laughing since we both saw ourselves at the extreme opposite ends of the story, one a worker of wood using machines and the other using hand tools. See if you can see where you fit in and then laugh.
My friend and his wife were visiting a couple for the evening and as the evening wore on the talk turned to woodworking, as every woodworker knows. Well the other couple were not woodworkers and so they were amazed at the ability and finesse of my friend. Busy was the night now as this worker of wood had an audience that was all ears as he plied them with the tales of pieces made and his agility at handling the wood. On and on the evening unfolded, till a moment of silence came as my friend took some space to gasp for air and that is when a wife of wisdom spoke. Turning to her husband first and then to their friends, these are the words she spoke, ”...., you don’t work with wood, you work with machines.”
Ha! And so my workers of wood, my friends, the moral of the the story could be that sometimes we all need a little humility, at times to show through this side of humanity as we find our individual stories, written in wood. And even as the piece of wood uses me to bring forth the shape and form of the image, that work of art also calls into being the tool of need that best fits my hand. Whether by hand tool or power machine we all create and then give thanks.
And I might add that my friend and his wife are still happily married.
Machine working and hand working, we are workers of wood!!!
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/