Lost In The Wood:
....and so just where does it all end and whose ruler are you using when you define beginning?
The wood that is around me is the wood that engulfs me, as I must at some point determine whether I will establish a border of my own making, or shall I just give way and let the wood have the final say.
I have often thought of the how and what did I do, to become the way I am. I am a labyrinth of many possibilities, as I live out my day from rising up to laying down. As I sit here now in my office and look out the window, all I see is black and yet the sun will soon arise and I shall call forth a greeting to the sun and say, “good morning old friend.” I look around my place of office space and there are books galore with many word to fill my head since I am a voracious reader and then there is the wood that even here pushes at me from all sides.
Did I say pushes, yes I did as even here the wood is all around me pushing and shoving to let me know that there is no place in my life where I can be defined as separated from the wood. To be separated from the wood, would be a dis-ease of body, soul and spirit for which there is no cure.
Why even now I take a break and while looking up, yes there, right in front of my eyes sits a piece of wood on my computer tower. This piece of wood sits there to inspire me of what shall yet be, and maybe ….some day this piece shall yet speak and become a work of art. Abstractly round on the outside, hollow and abstractly round in the shape of a star within, this piece of wood just sits in silence and waits. And then I wonder just how silent is this piece sitting, since the wood has even now just made my imagination run to and fro and write some words about its shape.
I wrote earlier about voracious reading and now I return to that word named ‘voracious’ which rhymes with capacious, tenacious and vivacious which are all good words for my woodworking vocabulary and yet I must not stray too far. Back to voracious, and I think this is a good way of explaining how the wood has taken hold of me and just where I fit in to this picture, ....’lost in the wood’, by voracious wood.
Now once again I ask myself the question, is this a picture of one is ‘working hard’ or ‘hardly working’?
Busy keeping my wood chips curling as I work at planing my rough edges. Have a very good day!!!
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/