”Wood-Workers as Harbingers of Very Good”
....and so where does the dreamer get his//her inspiration of imagination from, when in the swamp of a soupy slough, one hears the call of raven creatures calling to wayward soul, and saying the words of hope to come up higher where the greeters of dawn rejoice with understanding….
—-into this nectar of the woods i walked, as one who has left the bottlenecks of those bearers of many opinions, my habitat of inward silence is a place of heavens glory, away from those who thought to learn me in the traditions of religious woodworking….
—-it is from the center of my being, that i now draw forth the words of poetic lyrics as harbinger of ‘very good’, where i have seen that there is none to call as good-//-bad, but from the shadowlands of grace i create a poetic metre that all is good….
—-my sense of woodworking is the freedom of expression that I have managed to exploit in the character of a rustic being, far from the active factories of past repetition wood detail, till i am now found out as holding company somewhere between the wheat and tares, since being true to the character of all wood workings….
.................—-i am able to gather my life from all their traditions—-......................
—-and so the story of a saga at workers of wood continues as i waunder this path that bears no trail and is of the increase that i have nurtured within the center of my being!
I am my oldest dream of what shall yet be, where between the dream and the awakening, I give testimony to the truth that life is found in the spring time thaw of a newly discovered pond. As I sit here now waiting, waiting in anticipation for the sound of joy-full declaration….harmonious symphony of heavenly singing, as these ‘peepers’ of the pond life now awaken, giving testimony that all is well!
I am found in my now moment of out in the woods, as a day dreamer of far reaching domains, where the spirit of my soul of wood, stands in awe of the forest that surrounds me. What is there within me and where comes this picture of a finished image of ‘wood art’ that now births forth as I look into the face of yonder tree and hear that mantic voice of an aged old master who speaks of the ways of wood, “take what you will—-but use what you take.” Oh yes, to hear the voice of the tree and touch that spirit of wood, is a thing of beauty, drawn from the depths of ether woods. There are the things that I have been taught here in these woods, where the leaves of trees give forth healing to any who would come and sit awhile….of streams and rivers where the water runs fast and what would at first seem as madness is but the frolicking fun of dancing white water glad caps.
I have watched and learned from the workers of ants, who have been all to glad to share with me the building of kingdoms of heavens, as from their dens of inhabitants they give of their increase for the good of the many. And what of the coyote who cleans the land and cares for his own till even by mating for life he teaches his young, and even so this one is often misunderstood due to the greed and wants of thinking man.
” When the act of reflection takes place in the mind, when we look at ourselves in the light of thought, we discover that our life is embosomed in beauty. Behind us, as we go, all things assume pleasing forms, as clouds do far off. Not only things familiar and stale, but even the tragic and terrible, are comely, as they take their place in the pictures of memory. The river-bank, the weed at the water-side, the old house, the foolish person, — however neglected in the passing, — have a grace in the past….My will never gave the images in my mind the rank they now take.” —by Ralph Waldo Emerson and taken from Spiritual Laws
....and so as i tilted my head to the seeing of an upward and open heaven, i was overcome by the beauty of this character of nature that so surrounds me, till i am lost in the fullness of giving thanks for that which has became a part my being, since having taken the time to sit in silence my dreams are awakened in this my now….
....and what is this thing of beauty i now behold, where angels have spread their wings and beckoned to one such as i, with stories of the way it was in times of past, as now brought out by truths that i also have spread my wings and taken flight….
And so there are stories of woodworking tales and then there are the stories that tell of the men and women who are the workers of wood.
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/