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"Hobbit Holes in MyWorld" --by RusticWoodArt #15: Jubilant Glory-Be

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Blog entry by frank posted 07-14-2008 02:44 AM 767 reads 0 times favorited 6 comments Add to Favorites Watch
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Jubilant Glory-Be

....detritus wood fiber,
as i shift through these un-sorted images,
that have a way of re-minding me of my topographic with beauty,
where out here i am caught between two worlds
….
—by flp

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I think I will start this blog story off with a quote from an-other famous hobbit; Bilbo speaking to Frodo, as repeated by Frodo in reply to a question posed to him by one other hobbit so named Pippin.

’’It’s a dangerous business, ...., going out of your door. You step into the Road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to.’‘

—by J. R. R. Tolkien; The Fellowship Of The Ring and Chapter 3....Three Is Company

....and so once again I offer a short walk-about, in the woods that surround me here as I waunder a landscape of terra firma, in search of images that give birth to imagination. And yes, you are invited to come along if you should like….only remember, that out here in these woods one might come back and find that his//her head no-longer fits inside the box that those other’s of society have said must be. All you need is an open mind, (....hmmm, that might take some getting used to….) some walking boots, and a canteen of water, camera is optional….but a must is pencil and paper.

’It is a dangerous business, ...., going out of your door’’.....! As a young child I read this passage and now some years later, I still hear those words resonating through-out the regions of my head-space….hmmm, come to think of it, is not head-space just an-other name for box-space? Yes, I am one who is all-ways working at freeing my-self from what those other’s first told me and indoctrinated me into when I was young and, now so many years and ages latter I’m finding, that out of the box, only means until that next box. So many box’s and so many lid’s, kind of like all those many clubs I once belonged too….where if one said the right words and laughed on cue, not to mess up the status quo, all was fine.

’’Do you realize that this is the very path that goes through Mirkwood, and that if you let it, it might take you to the lonely Mountain or even further and to worse places?’’ So here’s my door for today….now; into those realms of the yet un-fore-seen but ever felt. Have you as I have, ever felt that pull to go out beyond and, yet one holds back because the way at first appears to be un-focused? And what if….’what if’ one should fail or loose their way, well at least that one now knows the other side of the story and that is….one can never fail, except that one should fail at getting//stepping outside the box. Now having said all that, let me add one more thought….there are no-teachers outside the box and no-books to guide one on the Road….out here one finds that the reason for my asking that all bring pencil and paper is because that one who follows the Road will be writing their own story-book….and so, turn the page....

....ah yes, Mirkwood my be-loved. So one wants to study design and furniture building, then come and study how trees create their wood joinery. Take your pencil as we pause here and sit awhile so that one may sketch some designer images on paper….and who knows what will be birthed inside your head….

....one of the first lessons I learned out here, is that time means no-thing in Mirkwood and that the seasons will pass on great character out here on the Road….

....now here’s an image to light the fire of imagination. I found this one crossing my path as I was moving along the un-tracked foliage of wood-land inspiration….

....all-ways remember to add some color to your dreams and one will ever flower in the milieu that one creates….

....now I can recede back into time for a moment, as I take these images and start processing them within my head-space that I call ‘wood art’. And the days pass by….days become weeks, till a time comes when inspiration suddenly un-folds before my eyes and a voice is heard to speak….’‘now it’s time….let’s create’’.

What I’m saying is this is how it works for me, been carrying a lot of images inside my head from walking out here in these woods….and if one actually thinks about it, many-many and ever so many images that go off in many directions….but the one thing I know for sure is that they’re all ‘hot’ within my head. Like there’s a word play of ‘hot within my head’, not to be confused with the ‘who’-’what’-’where’-’when’ of hot. But then if you think about it….why would any-one want to be a hot item? Here today and gone tomorrow, that’s what happens to hot items….and once your on top, the games you’ll be asked to play just so you can maintain some sort of an image….hmmm. We talk about many things that are ‘hot’....but how about ‘hot wood’....just got an idea here, so before this is over, I’ll show you some of my perspective’s on ‘hot wood’.

Well last night I’m sitting inside the house at close of day, when suddenly I hear that voice of inspiration with quested vision, coming to release my imagination. Wow, is all I can say and having learned long ago when the voice comes….don’t put off or hold back, so out the door I go to start some prep work on a piece of wood I’ve been saving now for close to 7 years….

....as you can see, this ones all-ready starting to awaken in the light of a new day’s dawn. One apple wood, Malus pumila….and so it’s time to turn the water on and start with a washing for some ‘see what is’ within the wood fibers of one detritus such as i….

....slivered and weathered grey,
shimmering goodness from the gods of silver wood,
i am cast ashore upon this plane of my horizon,
where i await the hand of one to come and bring forth life
….

....yours is the coursing rhythm of pressing on,
speak no-words of what can-not be,
and i will show thee of what can yet be,
my moment of crowning glory was told before beginning
….

....i am one who paddles the white-water of rivers strewn with boulders,
out here my mind works with passion that goes some moves ahead,
lakes of green are but the grass flakes that absorb me some of the time,
and wood is the anchor that causes me to re-turn to shore
….

....and so just as i am found within,
my flesh bears the nature of who i am,
stare deep inside this stump of wood,
and know a soul-of-wood who longs for you
….

And so for now, lets continue with a thought I had above about ‘hot wood’ and more of ‘wood art’ tales.

....who lights the fire that glows from yonder tree,
did you think it was thee of may-be me,
and what should one do to explain the mystic powers of one who is free,
except to give thanks in honor of a jubilant glory-be
….

—-now having said all-that i now speak the words of what can be….

Thank you.
GODSPEED,
Frank
RusticWoodArt

rusticwoodman@gmail.com
http://frank.wordpress.com/


’’....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood….’‘

-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/



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lew

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#1 posted 07-14-2008 04:56 AM

Frank,

Your eye for beauty is unparalleled.

Lew

-- Lew- Time traveler. Purveyor of the Universe's finest custom rolling pins.

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#2 posted 07-14-2008 01:24 PM

I wish I had old woods.. I enjoy the new forest and am privileged to be the caretaker (owner for a while) but there is noting like walking in the past of old growth.

’’It is a dangerous business, ...., going out of your door’’.

-- "so much to learn and so little time"..

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#3 posted 07-14-2008 05:08 PM

Hello Frank, Nice post. I’m sure you noticed that final piece has resemblence to the head of a horse or donkey. Of course subsiding to that image would only put you back in a box…

Best of luck in seeing this piece to completion.

Sincerely,

-- Rob (A) Waxahachie,TX

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#4 posted 07-14-2008 05:27 PM

Thank you!

Nature is beautiful!

-- -** You are never to old to set another goal or to dream a new dream ****************** Dick, & Barb Cain, Hibbing, MN. http://www.woodcarvingillustrated.com/gallery/member.php?uid=3627&protype=1

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#5 posted 07-14-2008 07:16 PM

thank you once again for the journey! – not only into your woods but out of the box and into the unknown ready to be discovered and to be put in a box, only to push and pull at the sides longing to be set free again.

I can’t remember where I read this, it was either on an Ojibwe website or something by Tolle: when a child sees a bird and asks “what is that”, do not reply “It is a bird” because that puts it in a box and the child shall be blocked from “seeing”. Rather, respond, “we call it a bird”, which leaves the child to watch, wonder, and question.

Thanks for your words, and your photos, Frank.

-- ~ Debbie, Canada (https://www.facebook.com/DebbiePribeleENJOConsultant)

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#6 posted 07-15-2008 01:37 PM

....once again I say thanks for all your comments and,

—-thank you Lew….

—-hi Snowdog; ....these are actually new woods, since even out where this photo was taken, one can still see the remnants of barbed wire from what was once all fields. And as I often tell folks who are out walking these woods and are often surprised at the stone walls right in the middle of a forest….well, it was not so many years ago when New England was about 80% cleared land….and thats why the rocks came. Maybe I’ll try and write a short blog story on stone walls and their relationship with the forest here in NH….only thing is, the thought of stone walls all-ways gives me back pain….LOL….

—-Rob; ....oh nooooo, not an-other box. And so I’m left wondering about sub-siding, finish-siding, over-siding, under-siding, hmmm….now come to think of it, seems as if I had better get to working on the front of my house here, since I am in desperate need of some new-siding to replace the old-siding….

—-hello Dick; ....thanks for stopping by and I’m sure nature is just as beaut-i-full over there in your neck of the woods.

—-Debbie; ....great of you to stop by also and drop me some words off. Actually, your-self must be thinking in the same seeing of thought….hmmm, have to think of how that expression came out. Usually when some-one asks me what I’m seeing, I’ll turn the table around, empty the box and ask them what’s inside.

Have I ever told you about why a new-born child is so filled with praise when one looks into his//her eyes….eyes that shine with beauty? Well that child is just straight out of the heart of One-Good, and they’re still remembering what was and who they are like! The problem comes when we older and more wiser in what is supposed to be, have to step into this picture and tell them, (that child) of what we know to be our version of truth. Now if that child is lucky….latter on in life they will remember what beauty is….and after all, beauty is seeing with the eyes of Good. Not that version we wrote about good and bad….but straight from the heart of One-Good….after all was made, ‘very good’....

Thank you.
GODSPEED,
Frank

rusticwoodman@gmail.com

-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/

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